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New Rules

Title: New Rules

Genre: basketballplayer!mingyu, collegestudent!reader, fakedating!au, fluff, angst, s2l, smut

Tags/Warnings: Cheating, heartbreak, gender neutral reader, slow burn, smut, creampie, unprotected :/, general arguments between the reader and some characters, alcohol drinking, hurt and comfort, 26k words

This is a part of a sports collaboration being hosted by @gyukult . Thank you so much for the opportunity to write this I seriously never would have come up with this idea and written this had it not been for this collab!

Summary:

Kim Mingyu is the star basketball player of your schools' team, and one of the most popular boys in your entire University. You’re just a college student with the best boyfriend in the world.

You stared at the lake in front of you, your eyebrows furrowing in concentration. You felt the breeze blow through the trees, and you shivered a little despite the warm fall sun beating down on you.

You weren’t cold for long, after only a moment warm arms wrapped around your body, tugging you close. You smiled, a giggle leaving your lips.

“Come on, I’m trying to enjoy the view while it lasts.”

“I’m not distracting you.”

A fleeting kiss was pressed to your cheek, which you tried to laugh off. You wiggled against him, trying to get out of his grasp but ended up being unsuccessful. You struggled a little more in his arms only to be spun towards him, pulled into a deep kiss.

You smiled against his lips.

“You’re stupid,” you mumbled.

“Shhh I’m trying to kiss you.”

You wished that days like this never ended. You wanted to stay like this until the end of time. You wanted to feel the sun on your skin and hold onto the love of your life. But you knew that you two couldn’t stay like this forever. You pulled away from him and looked at your boyfriend of five years.

“I never want this day to end.”

Donghyun looked at you like you were everything he had ever wanted in life.

“Me neither.”

You two stared at one another for a few moments before Donghyun finally sighed, pulling you close against his chest.

“But, unfortunately, we have to finish this hike and get home before it gets too dark out.”

A pout crossed your lips, but you knew he was right. You pulled away again and reached up to mess with his hair. He had dyed it blonde recently, at first you hadn’t thought it would look very good on him, but upon having it dyed for a while you had grown to like it. His hair was kind of long too, falling past his ears.

You reached over and tucked a few strands behind his ear. When you finally thought that his appearance was appeasing again you slid your hand into his and began to drag him forward.

“Are you ready to get back to school?” He asked. “I bet you miss Jaeyun and Rei.”

You smiled at the mention of your friends, but you decided to play it off coyly.

“Hm, I bet they miss me more,” you mumbled. A laughed erupted from Donghyun’s chest and you two’s hands swung between each other. “It’ll be nice to be back on a schedule. I miss going to classes and working.”

Again a laugh came from Donghyun.

“That’s what I love about you,” he said in awe. “You actually miss working. I would rather be here on vacation forever.”

He swung you around in front of him causing you to giggle and leaned in close to you, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“As long as you were here with me that is.”

You rolled your eyes.

Donghyun was a romantic. He had been for as long as you had known him, even if he wouldn’t admit it. While you tended to get lost in your studies and hardly messaged him, he was always planning extravagant evenings and telling you just how much he loved and needed you in his life.

Five years ago, relationships hadn’t been your thing. Now, you were happier than you had ever imagined you could be.

“You’re dumb Donghyun.”

He hummed, nodding in agreement.

“Maybe,” he mumbled. “I’m going to a party the day after we get back.”

“Quite the way to start the semester,” you teased. He rolled his eyes.

“You’re just jealous that’s all.”

“I’d rather be studying then stuffed between a bunch of stuffy college students who smell like weed and alcohol,” you said. Donghyun laughed again.

“You and your books,” he said affectionately. He took another look at the lake in front of you two and shook his head.

“I guess everything has to end at some point.”

“There you are,” Jaeyun said, shaking his head and crossing his arms over his chest. “Gone for a weekend and you still think you’re too good for us huh?”

“Not a single message or picture,” Rei agreed joining him by his side. A teasing pout crossed your lips.

“Aw did you guys miss me?” You whined teasingly. “How domestic.”

You laughed as they both rushed up to you, lightly hitting you with their fists.

“Okay! I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I missed you guys too, but you know how I am.”

Both Rei and Jaeyun pulled away from you, their fake expressions of anger gone from their faces.

“I don’t suppose you are going to come to the party tonight as a formal apology?” Rei asked, raising her eyebrows suggestively. You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, that’s plausible.”

Jaeyun groaned.

“You are no fun, Donghyun is going, and I bet he would love to have you there.”

You highly doubted that was true. Whenever you had been dragged to parties by Rei and Jaeyun they had all abandoned you, and Donghyun had just near pretended that you weren’t there. It was fine, he liked his time with his friends, and you didn’t blame him for that. You liked to have time away from him too and that was something that he respected you for.

“You guys will be fine without me,” you said with a roll of your eyes.

“Hm.”

Rei didn’t look to happy about that response, but Jaeyun was already done with the topic.

Jaeyun and Rei were your two best friends in the entire world. While Jaeyun was a tall boy who was constantly dying his hair different colors, Rei was a level-headed skater girl with shoulder length hair that was currently the same shade of purple as Jaeyun’s.

The two had tried to convince you to dye your hair too but in no universe were you willing to dye your hair purple.

Your schedule was pretty much the same every day. You went to classes, studied between, ate lunch with your friends and then went to work for the day. Your schedule was strict, but it made you feel like you had more control in your life. You didn’t like it when things happened that were out of your control.

Luckily for you, pretty much everyone in your life knew that and they were careful to make sure you stayed comfortable in your own skin.

When you got home from work and your phone went off you weren’t very amused. You had told your friends a million times that you didn’t want any part of their party, but when you saw the message from Jaeyun it was a little different then you were expecting.

Your boyfriend is wasted, you should come pick him up

You sighed; you didn’t often have to pick up Donghyun from parties. He was a pretty responsible drinker. So, you didn’t mind having to every once in a while.

You threw on some normal clothes and grabbed your keys, heading straight to the party.

There were too many people at the party for you to be able to find Rei or Jaeyun, much less Donghyun. You weaved through people for about ten minutes before finally you just started asking people if they had seen him.

“Donghyun? Is that him over there with Jennie?”

You could almost swear that time stopped when you turned around.

You had never had your heart broken before. You had the perfect life. The perfect grades, the perfect friends, the perfect boyfriend.

You had never really imagined what it would be like if Donghyun betrayed your trust because no part of you had imagined he was capable of it. He loved you. That was something that you believed undoubtedly. He gave you his time, his energy, he remembered the things about you that no one else remembered.

He hadn’t been bad to you. He never raised his voice or got angry with you. Everyone you had met had always been so jealous and Donghyun’s eyes had never even strayed from yours.

“How long do you think we are going to be together?” You whispered, burying your face in Donghyun’s chest. You couldn’t see his face, but you could feel his heart beating, and feel as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer.

“Forever.”

You didn’t even realize that you were still looking at him until someone bumped into you. Then it was like the sight of what was before you finally set in. Donghyun had his arms wrapped around Jennie, his face hidden beneath hers.

The guy beside you laughed and nudged you in the side roughly.

“Yo, just wait until the person dating Donghyun sees this!”

He looked over at you, his smile faltering.

“Wait, aren’t you...?”

That was what snapped Donghyun into the present. You watched as he pulled away from Jennie, pulling her tighter against his body as their hips swayed together. He laughed victoriously to his friends, as if he had done something spectacular and no one around could really believe it.

And then his eyes met yours.

You stood in front of the mirror, frowning as you ran your hand down your shirt.

“Do you like this?” You asked. “I don’t kn-”

You interrupted yourself with a sigh. Who were you kidding? You hated how you looked in this outfit. It hardly flattered your figure and you felt like it made you look bigger than you really were-

“You look beautiful,” Donghyun said, coming up behind you and spinning you away from the mirror. He whistled and shook his head as he got a better look at you. “How on Earth did I get someone as beautiful as you?”

Your face flushed red, and you dropped your eyes from Donghyun’s.

“Shu-”

Before you could finish what you said, Donghyun had his fingers gripping your chin, turning your gaze back to his.

“Seriously. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as beautiful as you.”

“Shit.”

You didn’t think you had ever seen Donghyun move faster. He scrambled to get himself unraveled from Jennie, his hands flying to his hair as if that would change the fact that her hands had been in it moments before.

“Shit babe, it’s not what it looks like.”

You didn’t move, you couldn’t think. You felt something salty seep between your lips. You sniffled and raised your hands to your face, wiping the tears over your cheeks.

You turned from Donghyun- You couldn’t look at him anymore. You felt yourself beginning to move through the crowd of people, moving faster as you heard him growing closer.

“Come on, don’t-” He bumped into someone. “Stop- Let me just explain-”

You didn’t respond, you just started running faster. You pushed past people, tears running down your cheeks so rapidly you couldn’t see. You had to be close to the door now, then all you had to do was get out of here and go home and-

You slammed into someone’s hard chest. You would have fallen but the person caught your wrist steadying you with a hearty laugh.

“Woah there, careful where you’re-”

You looked up and he stopped talking. It was a little hard to figure out who was standing there in front of you with all the tears in your eyes. All you could see was that he was tall, and his hair was dark, and his grip on you was tight.

“Are you...?”

Before he could finish Donghyun let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank god, look it’s not what it looked like-” You felt his hand touch your shoulder and it forced a sob from out of your lips. You pressed your lips together firmly and pushed yourself further into the guy that had caught you as you choked out the first words that you could muster:

“Leave me alone.”

Donghyun didn’t try to touch you again but you could hear his breathing nonetheless. He was close to you. He was too close to you.

“Come on, please let me just talk to you,” Donghyun pleaded. “I can explain everything.”

You didn’t respond. You didn’t trust your own voice. Honestly, you didn’t even trust your own mind. Had your eyes really seen Donghyun kissing Jennie? Surely not. They were just friends, and he had never given you any reason to suspect that he thought of her as anything else. You had trusted him. But maybe that was the problem right there. You trusted him. Why weren’t you trusting him right now? Maybe he could explain it.

You sniffled and peeked from out of the strangers chest, risking a look at Donghyun. His eyes were red. He looked desperate for you to give him a chance. You could visibly see him breath in relief at having seen you.

“You were kissing Jennie,” you whispered, your voice broken. He nodded and held his hand out to you.

“Let me explain, let me explain,” he mumbled. “I love you more than anyone, you know that?”

Of course, you knew that Donghyun loved you. He had been with you the longest of anyone. He was your biggest supporter, always by your side. You loved him too. Without him you were nothing. You sniffled and nodded.

“You can explain?” You asked.

“I can explain,” he repeated. You started to pull yourself away from the person that you had run into but before you could make it very far, the grip on your forearm tightened.

“I know I should stay out of it but I don’t think that’s a very good idea.” You looked up at the person. He looked so familiar, but your vision was still blurry.

“What the fuck dude, back off.”

That was odd. You looked over at Donghyun your eyes wide. You had never heard him address someone so angrily before. His eyes flitted towards you and it was like he could hear your thoughts. His expression softened.

“Babe, who are you going to listen to? Him?” He gestured towards the person that was holding you still. “Or me?”

He spread his arms out in such an inviting way. All you wanted right now was to hug him. Maybe if you did you would be able to pretend like this hadn’t happened. You could close your eyes and go back to the you that hadn’t seen him kissing Jennie.

“Hey.” You looked up at the boy who was holding you. He leaned in close to you so that you could feel his breath on your ear. “Cheaters never change.”

Your eyes flickered to Donghyun who was watching you two with large eyes.

“You can let him manipulate you into going back to him, and you can get your heartbroken or-” His other hand rose slowly to your waist. He was careful touching you, and to be completely honest it felt weird to have someone’s hand there with Donghyun standing so close to you. “You can kiss me, and let Donghyun get a little taste of his own medicine.”

You looked up at the man in front of you. God you really couldn’t shake how come he looked so familiar. You pursed your lips in concentration, trying to search his eyes for any indication of how you knew him. Instead, you found something else there.

You got to the tips of your toes and nodded.

“Okay.”

And before you could think about it you pressed your lips to his.

His lips tasted like beer, and he didn’t kiss anything like how Donghyun did. Having kissed Donghyun for so many years his lips were the only ones you knew so you weren’t really sure what you were doing with this guy. You felt like you were sloppy, and your eyebrows were scrunched in concentration.

Before you could think about it too much the person pulled away from you. He let you turn and look over at Donghyun who to your surprise didn’t look hurt. He looked angry.

“Cute,” he spat. His eyes looked to you. “Let’s go before you do something else stupid.”

You had never seen Donghyun look at you like that. You pressed your lips together uncertainly, and began to pull away from the boy you had just kissed. You cleared your throat, but before you could pull away you felt the guy beneath you tug you lightly. You looked back up at him.

“Date me.”

Your eyes widened.

“What?” You said at the same time as Donghyun said it. The confusion must have been extremely clear as the boy spun you so that his back was to Donghyun’s. He winked. Trust me, he mouthed.

You had never been able to imagine a life without Donghyun. Not since he had entered into yours. You two had planned each other’s futures together. Trusting Donghyun had gotten you here. Crying at a party because he had been kissing another girl. Trusting the person that made sense had gotten your heart broken.

It was time to do something dumb for a change.

“Donghyun,” you said, tearing your eyes away from the person in front of you. “We’re over.”

A laugh erupted from the stranger who... You supposed you needed to get to know now as he turned to Donghyun.

“Now I have an excuse to do this...” He tilted his head from side to side and stretched out his arms, cracking his hands. He shuffled you behind him, and as he took a step towards Donghyun a large number of boys around him rushed forward.

“Mingyu-”

“Bro-

“It’s not worth it-”

Their protests didn’t matter. He pulled his fist back and it collided with Donghyun’s face.

“Aren’t you worried that I’ll hurt you?”

The question caught you a little off guard. You rolled over in the bed to look at Donghyun. Despite the odd question you couldn’t see anything suspicious in his eyes.

“No,” you replied pointedly. He laughed his eyebrows scrunching slightly in thought.

“Why do you trust me that much?”

“Because you’re Donghyun, and you love me,” you replied confidently. Donghyun hummed in agreement.

“It’s true. You know me so well.”

After the party you didn’t see much of your new “boyfriend”. Everyone rushed to the two boys’ sides. Most of the people ran up to the person who had punched Donghyun. You didn’t stay around to see how it played out.

You didn’t really know how to feel. From Donghyun kissing Jennie, to a guy punching Donghyun for cheating on you... It had been too much.

You went home and you cried yourself to sleep.

The next day when you woke up you had almost forgotten about everything. You woke up and you got ready and you smiled at yourself and you looked to your phone to message Donghyun and...

You didn’t even want to leave.

But regardless you knew you had to.

You dragged yourself out of bed and to school.

“Hey!”

Rei and Jaeyun rushed over to you as soon as they saw you, concerned riddled across their faces.

“What are you doing at school? You should have stayed home today,” Jaeyun said. Rei nodded in agreement, brushing some of her hair out of her face.

“Seriously, your grades would be fine if you missed one day.”

You shrugged.

“I have a quiz today,” you mumbled. “Besides, it’s not like it’s a big deal or anything.”

That was a lie, it was a huge deal. You and Donghyun had spent five years of your life together. He was your first and only boyfriend. You had spent the better part of your life dedicated to him and him only.

How were you supposed to heal after having lost the one thing in your life that had stayed the same over five years.

A pang of hurt ran through your chest and you cleared your throat, feeling warm tears pricking at your eyes.

“Better now anyways. More time to study.”

“Stop pretending it’s not a big deal,” Jaeyun insisted. “It’s okay to be upset.”

“I’m not upset,” you said. “It’s better this way.”

Both Rei and Jaeyun stared at you snd you hated that look in their eyes. It was just pity. You loathed pity. Yeah you were a mess, yes you wanted no more than to curl up in a ball and cry and miss Donghyun but that didn’t mean you needed someone’s pity.

You were fully intent on telling them just that when suddenly, you were all interrupted.

“There they are; my beautiful partner.”

Your eyes widened as you were enveloped in the arms of a large man. He kissed your cheek cheerily and then placed his head over yours.

You were a little too surprise to react at first, and such a reaction must have been transparent as he leaned in close to your ear.

“You’re not really selling this fake relationship.”

You swallowed. You couldn’t believe that this was actually real. The party felt like it had been years ago at this point. You couldn’t believe that everything there had actually happened.

A flash of the night shot through your brain, but for once it wasn’t the memory of Donghyun kissing Jennie, it was of you kissing a stranger.

“I haven’t seen you since the party.”

You thought you sounded a little robotic but your friends eyes widened.

“Oh my god, you’re dating Mingyu?”

Your heart stopped.

“I’m dating...?”

You whipped around and your mouth literally dropped open.

The man standing behind you was none other than Kim Mingyu. You weren’t sure what to do or say, you just stared at him dumbly. He didn’t seem to be too bothered by your reaction, in fact he looked a little amused by it.

Kim Mingyu was one of the most popular boys at your University. He was a star player on the basketball team. Even people across the country knew his name. People from your high school would have paid thousands of dollars to be simply in the same room with him. Girls in other countries dreamed of being able to even brush shoulders with him.

You had only ever seen him before at a distance. That must have been why he seemed so familiar the night before. How had you not recognized Kim Mingyu?

A gasp left your mouth and you smacked your hand over it.

Oh my god, had you kissed Kim Mingyu?

You swallowed hard and tried to gain composure of yourself, hoping that your extremely obvious rapid change of emotions wasn’t too obvious.

“Yeah, Mingyu and I are dating,” you agreed. You figured that after that, frankly, embarrassing display you had to be really convincing to really sell it at this point. You turned back towards Mingyu and after hesitating for a good second you leaned up and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Part of you expected Mingyu to get mad at you at that. Maybe to make fun of you and say that you were an idiot for thinking that he would ever fake date you. But he didn’t say that. As you pulled away he leaned forward, his lips ghosting your ear.

“You’re not really selling it.”

You swallowed hard and turned to your friends.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow, yeah?”

Rei and Jaeyun stared at you like they were seeing a completely different side of you.

“You’ve moved on already?” Rei blurted. You stared back at Rei and Jaeyun not really sure what to say to sell this. They knew you the best of anyone in the world. They knew better than anyone that there was no way you were over Donghyun and they knew that you would never date someone again so fast.

But they also knew that you didn’t lie and they probably thought that pretending to be in a relationship had no benefits to you.

And you had to use that to your advantage.

“It’s hard… To not be with Donghyun but Mingyu is really nice,” you glanced at him. He was looking at you with a curious look on his face. “I think that he’ll take care of me and be there for me while I heal.”

It was utter bullshit, but judging by the way that Rei and Jaeyun’s shoulders relaxed in relief you figured your lie was good enough.

“Well then Mingyu,” Jaeyun said, standing up to shake his hand. “If you break our friend’s heart… We’ll get some other basketball player to punch you in the face.”

Mingyu laughed, his whole body shaking with it.

“How about this: I’ll punch myself if that happens.”

“Okay, okay.”

You placed a hand against the door that you had just closed, breathing like you had just run a marathon.

“Oh my god.”

You looked up at him.

“You’re Kim Mingyu,” you said, your eyes wide. “You are the Kim Mingyu.”

He didn’t even look embarrassed. He just smiled, crossing his arms.

“Yeah.”

A squeak left your mouth.

“You kissed me,” you blurted. A near scream left your lips. “You punched Donghyun.”

“Is that his name?” He wrinkled his nose. “If I could I would have punched him again.”

Your eyes widened.

“Mingyu.”

He rolled his eyes.

“You sound like my friends...” He trailed off. “And my coach.”

You scoffed and looked at him.

“Why do you want me to fake date you?” You asked suddenly. That actually caught him off guard.

“Do I have to have a reason?” He asked. Everything he did made no sense to you. When a random person runs into you at a party you don’t get involved in their business. You don’t worry about their relationship drama or offer to kiss them for revenge or punch their ex.

He did need to have a reason. Everything you did had reasons. Everything that Donghyun had ever done had a reason.

Your heart stopped as you saw him again. At that party, Jennie’s brown hair brushing against his shoulder, their lips pressed together. Your eyes dropped to the ground.

“I guess not,” you mumbled.

MIngyu seemed to sense the sudden mood drop and he cleared his throat.

“I mean... It’ll be good for my image,” he said. “I’m sort of known as a wild child. Party all night, kiss random people, punch dudes at parties.”

You snorted.

“Sounds exactly like you.”

Mingyu grunted.

“That’s the point. I’m more likely to get scouted by the pros if I clean up my reputation,” he said. “And you seem...”

His eyebrows scrunched as he looked at you.

“You seem good.”

You pressed your lips together firmly.

“I still don’t even know if this is a good idea for me,” you said. “I don’t want to make Donghyun jealous.”

Mingyu snorted.

“It’s really none of my business but he kissed some girl at a party, he’s an asshole,” Mingyu snapped. “And you seem nice, and you almost went back to him. After he cheated on you? This is for your own good.”

You looked at him.

“If you are fake dating me you can’t go back to him. If he tries to talk to you, you bring in me, you need time to heal, and you can’t go back to that relationship.”

You knew Mingyu was right, but that didn’t mean it didn’t sting.

You had been in love with Donghyun... You still loved Donghyun. He meant everything to you. You didn’t really know who you were without him. You wanted to go to him so badly. Hear him out, listen to his excuses. You wanted him back.

“Hey.”

You looked up at Mingyu.

“You deserve better.”

You looked away from him.

“We need rules,” you said. A sound of surprise left his mouth.

“Rules?”

“Yeah, like...” You trailed off. “I don’t like pda.”

A snort left Mingyu’s mouth, but when you looked at him, he sobered up.

“You’re serious?”

“It’s no ones’ business who I’m kissing,” you mumbled. “I never used to kiss Donghyun in front of people.”

“I kiss people left and right,” Mingyu said. “We need some common ground because no one will believe we are dating if we don’t kiss each other.”

Your nose scrunched.

“I’ve only ever kissed Donghyun,” you mumbled looking at Mingyu, a mischievous smile crossed his lips.

“Oh it does not show.”

Color spread to your cheeks, and you looked away from Mingyu.

“Okay, one kiss a day.”

Mingyu grunted.

“Four kisses a day.”

“What? No.”

“Fine, three kisses a day.”

“Mingyu.”

“Two kisses, one at anytime, one good bye every single time we see each other, even if it’s multiple times a day.”

You chewed on your bottom lip nervously in thought.

“Fine, but not where too many people can see.”

“You have to kiss me at my first game.”

You didn’t think that Mingyu was very good at this negotiating thing.

“But there will be-”

“No one will believe we are dating! We kiss one game a month, and it trumps how many kisses we have that week. One kiss at a game equals no kisses that week other than the game kiss.” You scrunched your nose.

“Okay, fine.”

“What about other signs of PDA? Hand holding, hugging?” Mingyu asked. You thought about it for a second.

“If we keep the kissing down I guess it’s fine in front of people,” you decided. “But don’t go crazy with it. I don’t really like being touched.”

Mingyu hummed and nodded.

“And how often do I get to see you?” He asked.

“We can schedule dates that need to be public. I don’t really see any need to hang out outside of that,” you said. Mingyu’s eyebrows furrowed.

“You have to come to my games.”

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Why?”

“You’re fake dating a basketball player,” Mingyu said like it was obvious. “What kind of significant other doesn’t come to their boyfriends basketball games?”

You supposed he had a point but you didn’t like it. You were starting to think that the relationship you had with Donghyun was to be treasured more than you realized. You hadn’t had to do things with Donghyun. You didn’t need to see him on certain days or kiss him in public. He wasn’t really touchy unless you two were... Say on vacation.

You sighed. It felt like years ago that you had been on vacation with Donghyun. Taking long hikes and waiting for him to write his poetry every time he saw something beautiful. Finding out that most of the time that poetry was about you.

You wished you could go back in time.

“Where are we going to go on vacation next?” Donghyun asked you as you two sat in the hot tub, your shoulders brushing against one another. You hummed.

“I don’t know, the Netherlands?”

“I think we should go to Paris. The most romantic city in the world,” he said dreamily. You rolled your eyes.

“Paris is actually not that beautiful. There’s supposedly trash everywhere and french people are mean to-”

Before you could finish what you were saying Donghyun interrupted you with a deep kiss. When he pulled away your brows furrowed.

“You’re so pragmatic,” he stated. “I love you.”

“Okay I’ll go to your games, but I know nothing about basketball.”

Mingyu shrugged.

“When I get a ball in the basket you cheer. It’s not too hard,” he said. “Any other rules?”

“No surprises,” you said immediately. “I hate surprises.”

Donghyun lifted his hand to Jennie’s hair as he deepened the kiss, holding her close like he used to hold you.

“Done,” Mingyu agreed. “PDA only when necessary and you come to my games but I never surprise you.”

You nodded.

“Yeah, okay that’s okay.”

Mingyu seemed happy with your agreements.

“Phone number?”

You watched as Mingyu put his phone number into your phone, making a cute face as he took a picture of himself for a contact picture. He stared at your phone for a few seconds.

“You have to change your screensaver,” he said after a moment. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Why?”

He turned your phone to you as a response and your heart sank.

How had you forgotten that your screensaver was a picture of you and Donghyun?

“Right.”

“We should take one. Come here.”

He gestured for you to join him, and you didn’t feel like arguing.

“I’m just going to touch you for a second, okay?”

You nodded and he wrapped his arms around you. You both smiled at the camera as he took a picture. He started talking again as he let go of you and started to mess with your phone some more. You weren’t listening at all. Despite Mingyu’s explanation this still didn’t make sense to you.

This was Kim Mingyu after all. He was handsome and popular, he could date literally any boy or girl in the school that he wanted to. So why you? You were nothing spectacular. Sure you were attractive, but not attractive enough for someone like Kim Mingyu. You cared more about grades then parties. You barely spent your free time with people. It just didn’t make any sense.

“Are you sure about this?”

You must have interrupted him because Mingyu looked surprised by the sudden outburst. His nose scrunched ever so slightly.

“Sure about what?”

“Me,” you replied. “I’m just some random person, I’m nothing spectacular. Why me?”

Mingyu stared at you for a few seconds, his mind clearly racing. He sighed and walked over to you, handing you his phone.

“How long did you date Donghyun?” He asked you. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, but you decided to humor Mingyu.

“Five years.”

Mingyu nodded.

“Let’s get coffee tomorrow,” Mingyu said, instead of explaining his thought process or answering your question. “If we are going to be fake dating, we have to know a little bit about each other.”

You nodded numbly. He smiled.

“I’ll text you.”

And then he was gone.

“There you are.”

You looked up from your book furrowing your eyebrows when you saw Donghyun was standing in front of you with two cups of coffee.

“Hey babe,” you greeted. Your eyebrows furrowed. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought I would surprise you with some coffee!” He replied.

“I don’t like surprises,” was all you said. Donghyun laughed.

“I know I’m sorry. I won’t do it again okay?”

He set the cup of coffee down in front of you.

“I just missed you.”

“What kind of coffee do you like?”

You looked up at Mingyu and shrugged.

“Anything really,” you said. “Iced lattes.”

Mingyu nodded and wandered away to order two drinks for you two. You noticed that as he walked up a number of people in the coffee shop started whispering to each other, watching him with wide excited eyes.

You thought it was weird that so many people knew him from basketball. Even if you were into sports, you didn’t think you would ever be able to keep straight the players in the game and that being said you hardly believed you would recognize them when they were out.

You only knew who Mingyu was at all because Rei was obsessed with sports and as weird as you thought it was Kim Mingyu was a household name.

When Mingyu wandered back he handed you your drink and tilted his cup towards you. He smiled.

“I got the same thing,” he said, sounding like a child trying to impress their parent. You pressed your lips into a smile and took your drink taking a sip. He sat down across from you and leaned forward.

“So… Tell me about yourself.”

There wasn’t really much to know about you, but you told him everything you thought was important. You started off by telling him about Rei and Jaeyun. You told him about your relationship with Donghyun. You told him about your family and what you did for work.

The whole time Mingyu just watched you, nodding accordingly, his attention never straying. You could hardly believe he was taking this so seriously.

“And what else?”

You shrugged, toying with your straw.

“I don’t there is much else to talk about.”

“What about your favorite color?” Mingyu prodded. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What? Why do you need to know that?” You asked. Mingyu scoffed.

“You’re telling me you didn’t know Dong-douches favorite color?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Why would I need to know Donghyun’s favorite color?”

“It’s important! That way I can figure out what color notebook to buy you next year when you send me shopping for a notebook for one of your lectures.”

“Mingyu this is a fake relationship.”

Mingyu exhaled in frustration.

“You know what I mean.”

You didn’t really know what he meant, but considering he was so passionate about it you decided to just give in and tell him your favorite color.

“What is your favorite color?” You asked him. He hummed.

“Red,” he said without missing a beat. “What’s your favorite food?”

“This is stupid,” you insisted. “I didn’t know that about Donghyun.”

Mingyu didn’t really seem to care what you thought.

“I’m going to be a better fake boyfriend then Donghyun ever was a real one,” he said insistently.

“Donghyun wasn’t that-”

“Babe?” Your head shot up and you looked at Donghyun who had just walked into the room. He was staring at you with such wide eyes. It felt like you hadn’t seen him in such a long time.

“Donghyun,” you exclaimed. You looked at Mingyu and then Donghyun and scrambled to your feet. “It’s not-” “You’re actually dating this guy?” Donghyun blurted. He stepped closer to you two and looked at Mingyu. “Seriously, he punched me. He would rather make someone feel small then have a conversation with them. Hardly your type.”

As Donghyun spoke he gestured towards his eye, which was admittedly different shades of blue and purple and horribly swollen. He turned to Mingyu.

“You’re lucky I don’t sue you for punching me.”

Mingyu just rolled his eyes.

“Stop playing these games,” Donghyun said, turning his attention back to you. “Haven’t we been fighting long enough? I love you. I made a mistake. I just want you back.”

You stared at Donghyun, feeling tears welling in your eyes.

“Donghyun, I-” love you too. I miss you so much, I don’t want to fight either I just want you back too.

Your mind raced with all of the things that you wanted to say to Donghyun. You felt tears running down your cheeks and you took a step towards Donghyun. That was when Mingyu got involved. He stood up, placing himself between you and Donghyun.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” he said. “I think you’ve forgotten that your ex is dating me now and I’m not going to break their heart.”

Mingyu looked back at you. He looked so angry, and you could tell that he was holding himself back. You didn’t really know what he was so mad for. It wasn’t really any of his business what happened between you and Donghyun. You still couldn’t understand why he had gotten involved with you in the first place.

Mingyu very carefully reached forward, his hands rubbing the tears from your cheeks.

“Let’s go.”

His tone was stiff. You nodded.

“Yeah.”

He grabbed you by your wrist and began to practically drag you out of the coffee shop. You couldn’t keep your eyes away from Donghyun.

“What was that?” Mingyu blurted once the two of you were alone. You winced a little.

“Your grip is too tight,” you muttered. Mingyu immediately withdrew his hand from your wrist.

“Sorry I just...” He grunted in frustration. “He cheated on you.”

“It was just one kiss,” you insisted. “Besides he said he could explain-”

“It wasn’t just one kiss,” Mingyu blurted. Your heart skipped a beat and your eyebrows furrowed.

“Wh-what?” “Every time he goes to a party he goes alone in a room with Jennie,” Mingyu explained. “I-I didn’t know he was dating anyone... Before you ask, I don’t think your friends knew.”

You stumbled and your nose scrunched.

“Really?”

“You need rules,” Mingyu said, instead of responding. “Whenever you see Donghyun you’re like two words away from marrying him. You can’t go back to that dick.”

You didn’t respond. You felt numb.

Every party? Had Donghyun really cheated on you that much? Surely it wasn’t true.

“Delete his phone number and his texts, and block him,” Mingyu started. “Block him on everything you don’t need any reminder of him to make you want him back.”

You nodded and searched for your phone, beginning to do what he had asked.

“You can’t be his friend anymore. You can’t even talk to him,” Mingyu continued. “You’ll just want him back more.”

You hated that. You wanted nothing more than to have Donghyun stay in your life. You missed spending time with him. You missed confiding in him. You missed him.

“I know it hurts,” Mingyu said, his voice going soft for the first time since he had gotten you away from Donghyun. “Get rid of things that remind you of him. Gifts he may have given you, anything.”

“But-”

“No buts! If you go back to him he will hurt you again, that’s a fact,” Mingyu said. You fell silent. “Don’t give him that power.”

“What would you do if we ever broke up?”

You rolled your eyes at the question. Donghyun was always asking you such dumb speculative questions.

“I highly doubt that will happen,” you said. “Why are you even asking me that?” Donghyun shrugged.

“Just wondering if you would ever leave me.”

You turned to face him, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“I would never leave you Lee Donghyun.”

You felt sick to your stomach, but you still nodded slowly.

“That’s... That’s fair.”

You felt tears running down your cheeks again.

“Mingyu have you ever loved anyone before?”

Mingyu was quiet for a few seconds, so you finally looked up at him. He shook his head slowly.

“Not like you loved Donghyun.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever love anyone again,” you mumbled.

You had never actually been to one of your University’s basketball games. Mostly because they were so confusing to you. It was hard to get tickets and you knew that the games were all just loud and crowded and honestly a waste of time. But even so, there wasn’t much that you could do if you wanted to help Mingyu out with his end of the fake relationship pact.

You still weren’t really sure why he felt the need to get into it with you. He was probably so much better asking one of the many other people in the school to be his significant other for this façade, but he had chosen you. And you knew he was right. Being in this fake situation with him would certainly make Donghyun back off of trying to win you back.

Mingyu was... Much stronger than Donghyun, and even though he had threatened to sue you knew he wouldn’t. He was scared of Mingyu. That was good for you.

Mingyu was right, and you knew that your friends would agree with him if they knew that you would take back Donghyun in a heartbeat. You shouldn’t go back to a cheater. If they cheated once they would cheat again. People don’t change.

But you trusted in Donghyun. You had trusted in him for five years. It was hard to just turn your back on him.

So that’s why you needed to do these things.

These things that Donghyun would never make you do.

And Rei was ecstatic.

“I have been dreaming of the day that you would come to a basketball game with us,” she gushed. “This is going to be so fun.”

It didn’t feel as exciting to you as it did her, but to be fair that made sense, she actually liked basketball. She knew the in’s and out’s. She led you to the student section and made sure that you all got there early enough that Mingyu would be able to see where you were sitting and she even showed you where the bathrooms were.

Mingyu’s game plan was simple. At the end of the game when they won (he was confident that they would win) he would run up into the student section, pick you up and kiss you in excitement.

It was all a bit extravagant to you but Mingyu had insisted that would be the most realistic way for him to react if he was actually dating someone and you figured that one huge kiss being made a spectacle wouldn’t exactly kill you.

And yet still you were feeling nervous. There was a reason you didn’t bother at parties, and mostly kept to yourself. Crowds made you anxious. As the basketball game started you were stuck between hundreds of sweaty college students, painted in your school colors, and screaming at the top of their lungs. You could hardly think or move or even hear as Rei tried to point out who was who on the court.

Mingyu was pretty easy to keep track of. He was tallest of everyone on his team and his coach Seungcheol was always on his feet, running up and down the court as the team did so he was easy to pick out too. Then there was Jihoon also easy to pick out due to his height. Everyone else may as well have been the same person because you couldn’t figure out for the life of you who was Jun and who was Soonyoung when they were both running side by side down the court and were so far away that you could barely make out their faces.

So amongst trying to remember the names that Rei told you as the team members switched on and off the bench and start running up and down the court you had to try to pair those names with faces.

For goodness sakes you knew nothing about basketball and none of this was helping you figure it out.

As the first half of the game came to an end you were left feeling like you were being crushed by the room around you, and like you knew less about basketball than you had known going in and that was making it harder to breath in itself.

“Donghyun? Hey Donghyun.”

You tugged at Donghyun’s sleeve and he glanced back at you over his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“I want to go,” you murmured, your eyes flitting to the ground. “I’m...”

You didn’t want Donghyun to know that you were stressed. Even after five years of dating you never wanted him to know how stressed you were.

“If you want to go we can go,” Donghyun agreed. His brows furrowed slightly in confusion at your behavior, but he turned to say good bye to his friends anyways.

You were knocked out of your racing thoughts by Rei elbowing you lightly. You looked over at her and she gestured down to the court. You were confused as to why at first and then you noticed that Mingyu was standing at the bottom of the student section. There was a half-heartedly placed barrier there that Mingyu was leaning on as he talked to a handful of girls down in the crowd.

Your first thought was that he must have decided he didn’t need your fake relationship anymore and was going to do something with someone else but then his eyes flickered up to you. When you two made eye contact he tilted his head to the side.

“I think he wants you to go down there, he’s been staring at you,” Rei explained. You nodded numbly and began to push your way through the crowd.

When you got down to him your heart was beating so loudly in your chest that you could have sworn everyone in the room could hear it. When you got down to Mingyu he waved away the people he was talking to and wandered over to you.

“Hey,” he greeted. “You look stressed.”

Your heart skipped a beat in your chest and for just a second you really did forget how to breath. How did he know that? Were you really that transparent? Could Rei and Jaeyun tell too?

“We don’t have to do this,” Mingyu continued before you could respond. Your eyes widened slightly at the suggestion.

“What do you mean? If we don’t do this no one will know that we are dating and there would be no point in us fake dating at all.”

Mingyu shrugged it off.

“You’re stressed, this seems like it is really far out of your comfort zone. I don’t want to stress you out,” Mingyu explained. “We can talk about it later. We don’t need to do this today.”

You couldn’t believe he was saying this, but mostly because you were probably one of the most stubborn people that you knew. You hated that people could change their minds so easily, because it meant you never knew what someone wanted from you.

You had thought you understood what Mingyu wanted from you but now he was going back on what he said before and you were as confused as ever.

“No, we still have to-” You didn’t get the opportunity to finish what you were saying as Seungcheol walked over to Mingyu. He glanced at you, barely paying any attention to you at all. He probably thought you were just a random fan of Mingyu’s. He said something to Mingyu too quiet for you to hear, and Mingyu glanced at you and began to walk away.

“Wait, Mingyu fuck-” He wasn’t listening to you at all as he followed Seungcheol back over to the bench. You knew that you had to do something to stop him from not announcing your relationship at this game. You were here after all, he was doing you a huge favor and you wanted to do him a favor too. All you had to do was convince him to kiss you but you knew that it wasn’t going to work unless-

You hopped over the barrier, alerting that of the staff around you. Luckily when they said something to you, rather loudly, Mingyu turned around. You didn’t waste a second. You rushed over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

You felt like the whole world was looking at you.

But before you could stress too much about it you slammed your eyes shut and pressed your lips to Mingyu’s.

Kissing him was nothing like it was like kissing Donghyun. You still weren’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. You felt like you didn’t know what to do, like at any second you would be harassed for doing something wrong or being a subpar kisser.

Instead of that, you were interrupted from your rampaging thoughts by Mingyu laughing against your lips. You pulled away, your face dark in color.

“Okay, I get it now,” he mumbled. “Once you’ve made your mind up on something you’ve made your mind up on it.”

That didn’t help to cull your embarrassment. You took a deep breath and looked away from him.

“What am I supposed to do now? Donghyun and I never did things like this,” you murmured. He laughed.

“Tell me not to lose.”

“Kim Mingyu.”

You felt like you were going to pull your hair out of your head if you heard Mingyu’s full name being said to you again in astonishment. You glanced back at your coworker with a mostly unamused look and he shrugged innocently.

“I just can’t believe it,” Sehun replied. “You went from dating Donghyun-”

Sehun looked disgusted for a few moments.

“To dating the basketball star handsome model prodigy himself.”

Sehun sighed dreamily.

“A man could only dream.”

“He’s just another guy,” you said. “I mean...” You kept forgetting that you were supposed to be pretending that you liked Mingyu. “He’s great, I just am tired of people making a huge deal about it.”

“It is a big deal,” Sehun exclaimed. “I thought that when you broke up with Donghyun you would be broken hearted forever but instead you went on to date a fucking 100.”

You shot Sehun another glare and he sighed.

“Okay fine,” he stated. “I’ll shut up, but you have to tell me about Mingyu at least a little!”

You knew that Sehun wouldn’t leave you alone until you had told him some things, so you decided to rack your brain for something to tell him about.

“There’s not much to say. He’s nice,” you said softly. “Pays attention to me. His favorite color is red.”

You thought the last statement would be enough to make Sehun call you out on the fact that you were the worst person at pretending you were in a relationship, but he did nothing of the sort. Instead, a smile crossed his lips.

“Oooh you know his favorite color?” He teased. “Someone has been having late night pillow talk conversations.”

You had no clue what Sehun was trying to insinuate with that, and you did not want to know. You laughed nervously and looked at your computer.

“Focus on your work Sehun.”

Sehun rolled his eyes and scooted his chair closer to you.

“You’re no fun,” he insisted. “You just going to keep all that juicy information about Mingyu to yourself? How’d you wrangle him up?”

You thought maybe if you ignored Sehun he would let the conversation topic drop, but instead he popped his blonde head around you to shut your laptop.

“You went from Donghyun to Mingyu in a heartbeat...” He trailed off. “Did you know Mingyu before you broke up with Donghyun?”

The exclamation was absolutely ridiculous, but regardless you decided to play into his hands.

“We were friends. Never knew he liked me until he asked me out at that party.”

Sehun laughed in disbelief.

“I didn’t know you had it in you,” he insisted. “How many other famous basketball players are you hiding from me?”

Considering you didn’t even know who the other basketball players were you didn’t think that this conversation was going well for you.

“Sehun how are things with your boyfriend?” You asked, trying to redirect the conversation. Sehun groaned.

“Annoying,” Sehun admitted. “We’re fighting right now because he missed our date night.”

He shrugged.

“But that’s just how relationships are right?”

You nodded. You had fought with Donghyun a fair number of times. All things that looked pale in comparison now that you two were broken up. He had always figured out some way to sweet talk you into forgiving him. Now you were wondering if you should’ve stayed angrier at him for the ways that he messed up.

Or maybe forgiving him was just another reason why you two had worked for so long. What was love without squabbles and resolutions?

You wanted to tell Sehun that you missed Donghyun but you knew that you couldn’t tell him that. You couldn’t tell anyone that. If everyone was going to believe that you were actually in this fake relationship you couldn’t be missing Donghyun.

And you didn’t think there was much sympathy for someone who missed a cheater, even if Sehun didn’t know that part.

“Mina did you hear about our coworker's newest flame?” Sehun baited. Mina stopped walking, pressing her clipboard against her chest. To your dismay she wasn’t the only one standing there. Next to her were Sowon, Eunbi, and Wendy. They all stopped to give Sehun their attention.

“You’re not dating Donghyun anymore? He seemed nice,” Mina said, her eyes widening.

“Nope, our innocent little child here is dating Kim Mingyu.”

All of the girls gasped.

“Are you serious?” Eunbi whispered. Color rose to your cheeks, and you dropped your eyes to the ground.

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

And you only wished that were true.

“So how are things going with Mingyu?”

You wanted to shove your face into a wall.

“Why’s everyone always asking me about Mingyu? Hardly anyone asked me about Donghyun,” you mumbled in annoyance. If Rei and Jaeyun noticed your frustration, they didn’t comment on it.

“It’s because Donghyun was mid,” Jaeyun replied. “And Mingyu is Mingyu.”

Rei elbowed Jaeyun in the side.

“And you sort of just hopped into a relationship after getting out of a long one. How are you feeling?” You felt empty.

Donghyun had been a piece of you. You had always thought that he was the person that you hadn’t known you needed in life. The person you hadn’t even thought you wanted at first. How were you supposed to go on everyday without him?

“You know I thought I would be sad,” You admitted. “Donghyun and I were together for so long. But being with Mingyu is a dream. I can’t imagine being with anyone else right now.”

A smile slowly spread across Rei’s face. For once neither of them were teasing you or freaking out about the fact that you were dating Kim Mingyu. They seemed scarily serious.

“I’m happy for you,” Rei said softly.

Jaeyun nodded.

“Me too,” he said. “He seems really attentive of you.”

You shrugged off the statement and it seemed like Jaeyun and Rei were finally satisfied with changing the topic. A new movie was coming out this weekend that they wanted to see so they started talking about it. Just as you had finally relaxed and stopped thinking about Mingyu, your phone vibrated.

Mingyu: Hey we haven’t made any appearances together since the game, my friends are starting to think we made this thing up

A frown riddled across your face.

We did make it up

Mingyu: I want you to meet my friends, is that okay?

You bit down on your lip nervously.

When?

Mingyu: This Friday. Is that okay?

I guess

There was a few moments were you didn’t receive any message from him, and then your phone vibrated again.

Hey are you okay?

You decided not to respond to him.

When you left your last class of the day you immediately knew that something was wrong, and that was because when you left the room half of the class was huddled into a circle together. Normally you didn’t bother with seeing what was going on when things like that happened but this time... You couldn’t just keep to yourself.

You wandered over to the group of people and couldn’t help but roll your eyes when you saw that it was Mingyu that they were all talking to. You were thinking about just walking away and pretending like you hadn’t seen him at all, but before you could do that he spotted you.

“Babe!”

A pang of hurt ran through you at being called that, but you did your best not to let it show. You smiled at Mingyu as he rushed to you.

“Hey,” you greeted softly. He smiled.

“Now I know you don’t like surprises, but I thought that I could walk you home.”

The group of people around you all awed and an irritated expression crossed over Mingyu’s face. He took you by your hand and quickly began to lead you away from all of the people. Once you were alone an apologetic expression crossed over his face.

“Practice got out early and I just thought it would be fun to hang out with you outside of being public for my games and stuff.”

He let go of your hand and raised his hand to the back of his neck.

“I didn’t mean to cause a scene.”

You still didn’t quite get Mingyu but you figured there was no point in being mad at him. After all, he was acting very genuine to you and so far he had been very respectful of your boundaries.

“It’s okay,” you replied. Silence fell between you two and you wondered again why Mingyu was here. He seemed to read your thoughts.

“Look it’s just... Jun pointed out something to me,” he said. “You were cheated on by your boyfriend of five years and then immediately got pushed into a fake relationship you don’t really seem like you want any part of. Are you okay?”

The question surprised you.

“Of course, I’m okay,” you lied. “It’s just different.”

“You don’t have to lie to me,” Mingyu said with a sigh. “Look I know we don’t know each other but even Rei and Jaeyun don’t know this is fake-”

“You remember Rei and Jaeyun?”

“Of course, they are your best friends,” he said dismissively. “You have to have someone to support you but you don’t have anyone. Have you even really given yourself a chance to feel sad?”

You had nothing to say, so Mingyu sighed.

“What’s your favorite flavor of ice cream?” Mingyu asked you. Your eyebrows furrowed thinking this was another one of his stupid ice breaker questions.

“What’s it matter?”

“We’re going to buy you some ice cream and we are going to go to go over to my apartment or yours and we are going to watch movies and you are going to cry and it’s going to be a lot of fun,” Mingyu explained. You just stared at him.

“Why would we do that?” You asked. He shrugged.

“So you can give yourself some time to actually feel your emotions,” Mingyu explained. He stopped walking and turned to you, giving you a serious look.

“Someone who was sobbing when they found out their boyfriend if five years was cheating and then almost went back to him needs to heal,” Mingyu said, his voice soft but firm. “It’s okay to be upset. You’re allowed to miss him, to want him back. You’ll never stop missing him if you don’t get the opportunity to feel sad that he’s gone.”

You thought that what he was saying was stupid, and you felt like that was obvious from the look on your face, but to your dismay you felt something salty meet your lips.

“Shit,” you mumbled turning your face away from Mingyu. You weren’t going to cry, you didn’t want to cry, you just-

And before you could try fighting it anymore you felt Mingyu’s hand touch your shoulder.

“My favorite’s mint chocolate chip,” he said softly. You turned your face into Mingyu’s chest trying to muffle your sobs. At first he seemed surprised but he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight.

“I thought you didn’t like to be touched,” he said with a soft laugh. You wrapped your arms around him tighter.

“Everyone likes to be held every once in a while.”

Another laugh vibrated through Mingyu’s body.

“I’ll remember you said that.”

You felt a bit calmer from the feeling of Mingyu laughing against you. You pulled away from him, your eyes falling to the ground.

“So… Ice cream?”

You couldn’t begin to grapple with what motivated Mingyu to do the things he did. When he dragged you to the store he didn’t just get two huge pints of ice cream- you decided to try his favorite ice cream instead of getting your own- he bought a bunch of sweet and salty snacks for you two to munch on as well.

“Mingyu I’m going to gain like ten pounds if I eat all of this.”

“It’s a part of the healing process.”

You decided to let Mingyu come to your apartment. Mostly because you thought you would be happier on your own coach then someone else’s.

Mingyu didn’t really care either way. He was happy to fall you into your apartment, kicking off his shoes and asking you to make sure that you grabbed a lot of pillows and blankets for the night.

When you came back in the room he already had a movie queued up. You groaned.

“That movie is supposed to be sad Mingyu,” you mumbled. He nodded.

“That’s exactly the point. If you start crying about something else maybe you’ll finally let yourself cry about Donghyun.”

And he was right. You started sobbing about the movie (albeit Mingyu did too) but even as the credits started rolling you realized that you couldn’t stop crying.

One of the things you hated most was crying in front of people. Mostly because you hated how weak and emotional it made you look. You tried your hardest not to ever let anyone see you crying, or emotional or weak and for some reason Mingyu brought out the worst in you.

“... Do you want to talk about it?” Mingyu murmured. You stared down at the slowly melting ice cream in your hands.

“Not really.”

“You should really try talking about your feelings,” Mingyu suggested. You turned and glared at him.

“I feel like you are really fucking annoying,” you said bluntly. Mingyu didn’t even crack a smile, he just nodded seriously.

You sighed.

“I don’t know, I just miss him,” you said softly. “What more can I say? I feel like a piece of me is missing without him. He was a part of my life for five years.”

“He went through the biggest transition of your life with you.”

You nodded, tears running down your cheeks even faster at the reminder.

“We planned together where we would go to college. We applied to the same places...”

You groaned and buried your face in your hands.

“I would never do that for someone but I thought-” A sob wracked through your body. “Mingyu I was going to marry him.”

You were enveloped in Mingyu’s warmth again and you didn’t even bother to complain about it. When you hugged people you generally cut it off pretty quick. Unless you and Donghyun were cuddling you didn’t really hug for that long.

You weren’t sure what it was about Mingyu holding you but despite the fact that you hardly knew him you felt so safe there in his arms.

You honestly wanted Mingyu to hold you forever.

“I know it’s hard right now, but you’ll wake up one day and you won’t miss him,” Mingyu whispered into your hair. You wrapped your arms tighter around him.

“Shut up.”

You hoped he was right.

A few hours later you two had turned on a movie that was less sad. A silence had fallen between the two of you. You took a scoop of your ice cream, looking down at the counter that was only a quarter full. You sighed.

“I hate that this ice cream is actually good,” you murmured. Mingyu’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

“Isn’t it the best?” He asked. You threw a hand in the air.

“Not the best,” you denied. “But still pretty good.”

Mingyu seemed to take that as a personal victory. He sat up and began to rummage through his bag.

“Now, let’s see, what do you do for fun?” He asked. You shrugged, taking another large scoop of ice cream.

“I don’t know, watch movies, play games, what everyone does,” you replied. Mingyu scooted closer to you, brandishing a switch with a large smile on his face.

“Mario Kart?”

There was something to be said about hanging out with Mingyu. He sure knew how to bring a smile to your face. He was stupid, and he thought it was funny when he knocked you off the course on Rainbow Road but you couldn’t help but find yourself laughing when you lapped him regardless.

When you first met Mingyu you hadn’t really imagined that you two would get along all that well. After all he was a sports guy, and you... Well, you didn’t know the first thing about sports. But despite it all when you woke up the next day, tangled between blankets with two empty cartoons of ice cream on the floor you couldn’t help but smile.

You reached out to try and hit Mingyu but when you only met your couch cushions, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You sat up and looked around your living room but he wasn’t there. You heard a clatter in your kitchen and your confusion only grew. You got to your feet, fixing your shirt that was definitely not supposed to be worn to sleep and peeked into your kitchen.

Mingyu was standing at your stove, your milk and flour on the counter and all of your cabinet doors opened. He was humming softly to himself, bobbing his head as he cooked.

“Hey,” you said, still feeling surprised by your find. He looked back at you over his shoulder.

“Good morning sleepy head,” Mingyu greeted giving you a toothy smile. “I made pancakes!”

You laughed at his bright attitude.

“Why?” You asked. He shrugged.

“Long night thought you would like some sustenance,” he replied. He turned his back to you and took some of his pancakes, putting them on a plate and handing them to you. “Luckily you had all the ingredients.”

You took the plate of pancakes from him and hopped up on your counter.

“Give me syrup,” you said, making grabby hands towards your syrup. Mingyu rolled his eyes with a smile on his face and handed you the syrup.

“So, tell me Kim Mingyu,” you started. “You are scary in touch with people’s emotions, kind, always looking out for others, can cook-”

“What are you getting at?” Mingyu interrupted, looking fairly amused by your words.

“Why do you need a fake relationship?” You asked. “You hardly seem like you aren’t ready to settle down, and it’s not like you don’t have options.”

Mingyu fell silent for a few moments, the only sound between the two of you the sound of the pancake batter sizzling on the pan. You were about to call off the question completely, you were starting to feel bad after all. He had been nothing but nice to you and he had been pretty respectful of your boundaries. Maybe you had gone too far.

“I want to find the right person,” Mingyu finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah I could date anyone but I feel like everyone just wants me because I’m Kim Mingyu the basketball star.”

Minyu sighed and turned back around, running his fingers through his hair.

“I don’t really have any friends, did ya know that?” He asked. “All of my friends are from the team.”

He shrugged.

“It’s hard to get close to people when everyone thinks I am this god among men,” he admitted.

You weren’t really sure what to say to him about that, and it didn’t seem like he was looking for an answer.

“But you’re different.”

“Yeah?” You murmured. He nodded.

“Yeah.”

As you stood in front of Mingyu’s apartment door you ran through Mingyu’s friends again, desperate to remember all of their names.

Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Joshua, Jun, Soonyoung, Wonwoo, Jihoon, Minghao, Seokmin, Seungkwan, Hansol, Chan.

You tried to picture their faces with their names but after staring at the pictures for so long you weren’t really sure if you had been able to get them all straight or if you had confused them all more. Before coming you had also run through some news article things that you had found about Mingyu, trying to find out the stupid little things that he thought were so important.

Sure you knew a few things that he had told you but certainly not enough. You had to pretend you were a good significant other. He liked to clean, he played the bass in high school, he preferred pig feet to pork belly, he really wanted to visit Latin America, his favorite number-

The front door to Mingyu’s apartment swung open, startling you out of your thoughts. Standing before you... Your brain went blank for a scary second as you scrambled to put a name to the face.

“... Joshua?”

The boy before you smiled, his head falling to the side ever so slightly.

“You know my name?” He asked. A huge sigh of relief left your lips.

“Of course,” you replied. “Mingyu tells me so much about you guys how could I not put a name to the face?”

Mingyu popped up behing him at that. He beamed when he saw you.

“Hey, babe!” He exclaimed. He pushed past Joshua and grabbed your hand, pulling you into the room. You forced a smile onto your face as Mingyu dragged you through the group of people, trying to introduce you to all of them. Luckily for you, your studying had paid off. You were able to beat Mingyu at everyone’s name, and the further that you got into the group the more confident you were on who was who.

When you had finally gotten through everyone, Mingyu and you had stopped to talk to Jihoon. The conversation quickly turned to basketball and... You really wanted a moment to yourself.

“Hey... Babe?” You felt like you said it a little weird, but neither of them showed that on their faces. “I’m going to get something to drink okay?”

Mingyu smiled and patted you on the head.

“Yeah, don’t worry about sticking by me all night. You can do what you want,” he said. You nodded and got onto your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his in a brief kiss. You gave Jihoon a smile in farewell and then wandered to the kitchen.

You got to feel the joy of being away from Mingyu for exactly... Two seconds. You were just grabbing a cup from the cabinet when someone cleared their throat behind you. When you turned around... Jun was standing there.

“Hi,” you said. “Sorry, were you trying to-”

“Are you in love with Mingyu?” Jun interrupted. Your eyes widened. You and Mingyu hadn’t talked about this, you had no clue what to say. Were you supposed to be in love with Mingyu?

“I mean, it’s too early to say for sure,” you said with a nervous laugh.

“Right,” Jun said. His eyes narrowed towards you. “Look, you may have everyone else convinced but you don’t have me convinced.”

Jun wandered closer to you, leaning close to your ear.

“You aren’t really dating Mingyu.”

A laugh was ripped from your chest, and you backed away from Jun.

“Why would I not actually be dating Mingyu?” You blurted. You were worried for a second that you had been too loud, but to your relief nobody around you seemed to have heard. “Seriously what kind of accusation is that?”

“It’s not an accusation, it’s a fact,” Jun said bluntly. “You’re just using him as a rebound.”

Now that accusation was interesting. You stared at Jun blankly.

“What?”

“I heard all about your thing with Donghyun,” Jun said. “Now, this can go one of two ways. Either you tell Mingyu that you don’t actually like him or I do.”

You weren’t even sure what to say to him and apparently silence was the wrong way to go about it.

“Ming-”

You leaped forward, throwing yourself on Jun. You both tumbled to the floor and Jun looked up at you with a surprised look on his face.

“What-”

“You can’t say anything it’s a fake relationship,” you hissed. Jun’s face lit up.

“I knew-”

“We are both faking it. Mingyu knows because it was his idea.”

This time Jun fell silent. He stared at you motionlessly for a few moments and then he nodded slowly.

“I sense that I have made a mistake,” he said slowly. You nodded. “You can get off of me now.”

“Oh, sorry.”

You scrambled away from him but you didn’t stand back up. Jun’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He sat up on his elbows.

“It was his idea?”

You nodded.

Jun stared at you a little longer.

“Why?”

So you told him everything.

You told him about Donghyun, and about Jennie. You told him about running into Mingyu and him coming up with this rouse to help you stay out of a relationship with Donghyun. The whole time Jun nodded slowly, finally coming to sit right beside you on the floor in the kitchen.

You decided to leave out the ice cream night. You didn’t think he needed to know about that.

“I can’t believe that he just forced you into a relationship like that,” Jun mumbled. “You got away from a cheater just to be stuck with Mingyu.”

You laughed.

“No, it was good that this happened,” you said. “Mingyu is right, I would have gone right back to Donghyun.”

“And he was right about his reputation,” Jun mumbled. “Even the others are taking him more seriously now that he has you.”

He stared at you.

“So how long are you two going to keep the charade going. Aren’t you going to want to try and fall in love again?”

A pang echoed through your heart at the question.

Could you ever fall in love again? You had been feeling a little better about the breakup since you had talked to Mingyu the other night, but even so the fact that you had been in love with Donghyun still remained. You missed him less. You had more fun with Mingyu then you had ever had with Donghyun in one night then with him in five years but regardless... There was still that part of you that wondered if you should still be with him.

“However long Mingyu wants to.”

Jun glanced at you.

“You’re going to be good to my friend, aren’t you?” He asked. You looked across the room at Mingyu who was currently making Jihoon look like he hated his life.

“Yeah, I’ll be good to him.”

You and Rei slowly began to stand up as Mingyu took the ball from the opposing team. Your eyes widened and you straightened up, throwing your hands in the air.

“Yes, yes, yes-”

The ball was stolen from Mingyu and the entire team started to run the other way. Minghao knocked the ball out of one of the players hands, and tossed it to Jihoon, who dribbled it a few feet and tossed it to Mingyu. Mingyu took off down the court again, growing closer to the net.

There were only a few seconds left in the game. You felt your mouth hanging open in anticipation. One of the other players came up right behind Mingyu, about to knock the ball out of his hand.

He jumped and tossed the ball and it went-

A scream ripped itself from your throat as you rushed down the bleachers to the edge of the fence. The timer went off through the court.

They had won.

You hopped over the fence, and this time security didn’t even bother to stop you. You rushed up to the team that was cheering among themselves in a circle. Soonyoung nudged you in the side, a huge smile spread across his face and you ignored him so that you could press yourself up against Mingyu, giving him a long dramatic kiss.

When you pulled away, Mingyu had the biggest, dumb smile on his face.

“Did I do good?” He asked teasingly. You rolled your eyes.

“You did the best.”

“So... Since I did the best, does that mean you are going to buy me as many scoops of mint chocolate chip ice cream as I want?” Mingyu said teasingly as you two walked down the street. You rolled your eyes.

“You are really pushing your luck with that Mingyu.”

After you two had said goodbye to Mingyu’s team you had decided to go out for ice cream. For some reason Mingyu was obsessed with mint chocolate chip and practically begged you for any reason to get ice cream.

“Please it was a really hard game I deserve it!”

“Seungcheol wouldn’t be very happy.”

“Seungcheol doesn’t have to know.”

Secretly you liked that he was always making you get Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream. The more you got it with him the more that you started to like it and honestly you were happy to get him the ice cream. Usually Mingyu was on a diet, and he actually tried to stick with it pretty carefully.

So any excuse to make him break the stupid diet was a pro in your book.

“Have you heard from any recruiters yet?”

“Not yet,” Mingyu replied between licks of his ice cream cone. “But Seungcheol said the media is looking at me completely differently now so it’s looking pretty good.”

“Good,” you said warmly. “That’s really good.”

Your favorite thing about hanging out with Mingyu was that he loved to talk. Donghyun was more introverted then he was. He tended to keep to himself and you two settled for just spending quality time together in silence. You had always thought that you liked it best that way, but you loved how Mingyu talked about his friends.

You loved listening to him gush about the latest song that Jihoon had written, and the painting that Minghao had done. He always apologized for talking about meaningless stuff, but you didn’t mind at all. You loved that he talked about meaningless things. You were starting to understand why he was so insistent on knowing your favorite color and your favorite food.

A part of his love language was the little things.

And you were so happy to be his friend.

“And then he-”

Jaeyun interrupted you with a laugh, a smile spread across his face.

“What did Mingyu do next?”

A pout crossed your face.

“Why are you making fun of me?”

Rei laughed too.

“Probably because we have been hanging out for two hours and you have brought up Mingyu practically every minute since we started.”

You rolled your eyes.

“That’s so-”

“And then Jihoon stole his video game and he came crying to me-”

“And he made pancakes again he is so good at making pancakes-”

“And he picked me up after class and we got his favorite ice cream-”

“Mint chocolate chip,” they both cooed together.

Your face flooded with warmth.

“Okay, okay, I guess I have been talking about him a little bit more than normal,” you admitted.

“Honestly, it’s cute,” Jaeyun said with a shrug. “It’s nice to see you so excited about someone. You were never like this with Donghyun.”

“What do you-”

“We only ever knew that you were hanging out with Donghyun when we ran into you two hanging out ourselves,” Rei explained.

Jaeyun nodded.

“It was like we only knew that you two were dating because, everyone knew that you two were dating.”

“I talked about Donghyun,” you argued. Rei shrugged.

“It’s not a bad thing. Mingyu and Donghyun are really different people,” Rei said. You leaned back.

“Who would you chose?” You asked. “I mean if Donghyun had never cheated on me, who do you think is better?”

“No question, Mingyu,” Rei replied. “Donghyun cared about you and he treated you well but... Mingyu treats you like you are the most important person in his life.”

“Donghyun treated me like-”

“Like you were important but not essential,” Jaeyun disagreed. “You need someone who would do anything just to make you smile, and Mingyu is that person.”

It wasn’t often that you asked Mingyu to do something for you. So he was pretty excited when you invited him to go to a party with you. Personally you didn’t think it would be fun and you didn’t want to go but when you were complaining about having been invited to it, Rei brought up a good point.

“Look if the problem is that Donghyun is going to be there just invite Mingyu,” she stated. You frowned.

“Why would I do that?” You asked. “It’s not like I want to make him jealous.”

“No but you should still live your life, it’s Taeyeon’s birthday and she wants you to be there. If Mingyu is there Donghyun won’t bother you, and who knows maybe you’ll have fun.”

So Mingyu had been ecstatic and you had been nervous. You didn’t tell Mingyu that Donghyun was going to be there. You didn’t want to cause a scene, but you also didn’t want to just not go because Donghyun was going to be there.

You were trying to be more social with Mingyu.

While you still had a lot of social anxiety, having Mingyu there culled your stress level a lot, with him at your side you thought that tonight had the chance to be bearable.

“Who’s birthday is it again?” Mingyu asked, his nose scrunching in thought. You rolled your eyes.

“It’s Taeyeon’s birthday.”

He nodded slowly.

“... Family friend... Loves to party, nice but you only see her every once in a while,” he mumbled. You nodded in agreement.

“I don’t know why you are always trying to one up me,” you murmured. “My memory for people sucks.”

“You remember all thirteen of my friends,” Mingyu argued. You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah just their names, you remember how I met my friends, all of their favorite foods and the last time the girls had their periods.”

Mingyu laughed.

“Shut up,” he said lightly. “We’re here.”

Mingyu led you into a crowded room, people dancing on every side of you. The music in the room was loud, too loud for you to really think. You found yourself reaching for Mingyu’s hand as you two moved through the crowd. You let Mingyu take the lead. You figured he knew parties a bit better then you, and along with that, you figured he was probably taking you to Taeyon, and even if he wasn’t... You would find her at some point.

Mingyu was popular. You supposed you had forgotten just how popular. You two had to stop at pretty much every person you ran by. Most of them greeted Mingyu very familiarly, probably from other parties. Others just got excited to be in the same place as the Kim Mingyu.

Mingyu avoided introducing you to people. He mostly just made an off-handed comment that he was there with you, and then proceeded to make no move to let them meet you. You weren’t sure if that was because he was being respectful of your social anxiety or something else.

You didn’t question it. You were happy to not meet new people.

“Taeyon!” Mingyu said triumphantly. Taeyon turned around from the person she had been talking to, a puzzled expression spread over her face.

“Kim Mingyu?” She addressed with wide eyes. Mingyu was tuned to her confusion. He pulled you around him with a smile on his face and you waved.

“Taeyon,” you greeted. “Happy birthday!”

She grinned and brushed her long hair out of her face.

“Pink for the birthday girl,” she said brightly. “I almost thought those rumors about you dating Kim Mingyu were fake but...”

She gestured towards the two of you.

“Here you are.”

You suddenly became a little self-conscious about the fact that you were still holding Mingyu’s hand. You pulled your hand away from him, your face bright red.

“Yeah, I know it’s not really what people expect,” you said with a nervous laugh. Mingyu seemed to sense that despite the fact you had pulled your hand away you were still uncomfortable as he grew closer to you, draping his arm over your shoulders.

“Happy birthday Taeyon,” he said softly. “Thank you for inviting us.”

From there Taeyon directed all of her attention to Mingyu, giving you the opportunity to let your mind run blank again.

After all the last time you were at a party you had seen...

Fuck.

You slammed your eyes shut thinking that maybe you had been imagining everything. You opened your eyes again and sure enough there he was.

Donghyun. Your Donghyun, wrapped around Jennie all over again.

Your face was red, tears begin to stream down your cheeks. As if sensing you, he looked up, the smile that was on his lips completely disappearing when he saw you. He pushed Jennie away and gestured for you to come over and you wanted to so badly. You were ready to tell Mingyu that you were going to try and find snacks, and drag Donghyun in a room and finally hear him out. You wanted so badly to hear him out.

But you remembered Mingyu’s rules.

You sniffled and looked away from Donghyun.

“Hey,” you mumbled. “I want to go now.”

You looked at Taeyon.

“Thank you for the invite, I hope you had a great day.”

Taeyon looked disappointed that you were leaving, but understanding crossed through her eyes.

“Yeah, ‘course. Thanks for making an appearance.”

You looked to Mingyu, who looked confused by your sudden drastic change of mood. He reached forward and tenderly wiped your face free of tears.

“We’ll go then.”

He looked up as he said that, clearly searching for the reason that you had started to cry. Your eyes widened.

“Okay lets-”

And then his shoulders squared and you knew he had seen.

“Give me a second,” he mumbled. He started to pull away from you. You grabbed at his wrist, tugging him like you had the strength to physically stop him.

“No Mingyu you’ve already done enough let’s just go.”

“But-”

“Mingyu.”

Mingyu didn’t look happy about that but he nodded and let you drag him out of the party.

You may not have been physically strong enough to pull him but apparently you were convincing enough. You two walked in silence for a little. Tears still running down your face, Mingyu looking over now and then to wipe your tears from your face.

“You knew that Donghyun was going to be there, didn’t you?”

You nodded slowly, letting your shoulder run into Mingyu’s side.

“You didn’t kill him, that was nice,” you murmured back. Mingyu sighed.

“Yeah, well, when you tell me that I can’t kill someone I have to listen,” he grumbled. “I’m a good fake boyfriend.”

You nodded solemnly.

“You are a great fake boyfriend,” you agreed. Silence fell between the two of you, a silence that allowed you to... Unfortunately think.

Donghyun had moved on so fast. You knew that he had been cheating on you, so maybe he had moved on a long time before you had caught him cheating Jennie at that party but still. To see him with her... After he had tried to win you back it-

“It hurts huh?” Mingyu mumbled. You looked up at him, color rising to your cheeks.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” you denied. Mingyu shrugged.

“Y’know you don’t have to be like that with me,” Mingyu said softly. “Donghyun is a dirty cheater. Fuck him.”

A smile flickered across your face.

“Why’re you so supportive all of the time?” You asked him. “Our relationship is purely beneficial. We don’t have to be friends.”

“You don’t want to be friends?” Mingyu asked, a flicker of hurt crossing his face. You laughed.

“Well, maybe not before, but now I do,” you admitted. “I just don’t understand why you would want to be friends.”

For once your words seemed to have an affect on Mingyu. He looked away from you, swallowing hard.

“Why not be friends?” He asked after a few moments.

“Now you know that’s not a good enough answer for me,” you replied. Mingyu huffed.

“You’re cool, you know that,” he mumbled. “Who wouldn’t want you as a friend?”

You thought that was a weird answer. You didn’t really think that most people thought that about you but you decided not to dwell on it.

“Thanks for coming with me tonight, Mingyu.”

He turned to look at you, a serious expression on his face.

“Anything for you.”

You thought you were really lucky to have Mingyu.

You couldn’t believe it when Mingyu invited you to go to a party with him, and you especially couldn’t believe it when you agreed to it. He had made you a few promises. He knew the person that was throwing the party and they had promised not to let Donghyun in, and that all of Mingyu’s friends would be there.

You thought it would be nice to see the boys again, and you figured that if you got bored and wanted some time away from Mingyu then you could try talking to Jun again. He had been fairly nice at the first party.

Mingyu was pretty excited that you had agreed to go to the party with him, and when he started drinking he had gotten a little carried away. While you sat next to Jun and watched Mingyu bounce around the party you couldn’t help but laugh. You had never actually seen him drunk before.

If you had thought he was clingy before, you were in for a whole new world seeing him right now.

“Babbbbbbeeeeeeee,” he called out, rushing over to you. You waved him away, trying to persuade him not to come over but it did nothing. He scooped you up, laughing as he drew you close and made a show of kissing you.

“Ew stop,” you said, still laughing. He pulled away and pouted at you so you rolled your eyes and gave him another kiss.

As you kissed him, your heart leaped, and your mind wasn’t on the people watching, but Mingyu himself.

“Can we make some soup dumplings?” Jaeyun asked, rolling over on your couch to look at you. You shrugged and looked over at Rei who was fiddling with her switch.

“I’m okay with that, are you?”

Rei shrugged.

“I could eat.”

You nodded and got up to start making the food when there was a knock at your door. A puzzled expression crossed your face as you walked up to the door, surprised to find that Mingyu was standing there.

“Hey, now I know you don’t like surprises but I thought maybe we could hangout? I brought my switch.”

You laughed at the puppy dog look on Mingyu’s face and leaned on the frame of your door.

“Mingyu, my friends are over,” you said. You gestured behind you to Rei and Jaeyun who were peering at you two from the living room. Mingyu’s face fell.

“Oh,” he said.

“And that’s why you should message me before you come over,” you said softly. “I would love to hang out, but not right now. You could come over later if you want?”

And just like that, Mingyu’s face lit up again.

“It’s a date!”

He started to turn away, but before he could completely he grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him around so that you could press a kiss to his lips.

Butterflies sprouted in your belly.

“Okay, see ya.”

You closed the door before Mingyu could say anything, honestly feeling warm at just having gotten to see him today. When you looked across the hall at your friends they were looking at you with the biggest shit eating grins on their faces. You rolled your eyes.

“Okay let me hear it.”

“No, no, nothing,” Rei said with a laugh. She tried to give you a serious expression but a smile kept breaking through. “It’s just interesting to see the person who hates pda, and surprises be so happy with it.”

“I’m not...” You trailed off. When had you become so okay with all of these things. With Donghyun you had never entertained surprises or pda, but with Mingyu you actually looked forward to it. You loved his friendship with you, you loved it when he showed up places you didn’t expect him because you just loved to see him.

And when he kissed you...

“Oh my god I’m in love with him.”

You slammed your hand over your mouth, your eyes widening.

“Wait I-”

Rei and Jaeyun practically tripped over themselves to scramble over to you. Rei grabbed your wrist.

“Oh my god,” she said. “Have you said that to him yet?”

To them it was a big deal in a completely different way than it was for you. It had taken you a full year to tell Donghyun that you loved him, and then you had only said it because he was ready, and you just wanted to humor him when he was ready. It was two years in before you were ready to say it to him, and that wasn’t because you hadn’t loved him, you just hadn’t been ready yet.

But you realized now that you were so in love with Kim Mingyu. You loved his smile, you loved how he teased you when the two of you were alone but defended the hell out of you to everyone else. You loved it when he held you when you cried, and when he let you hold his hand at parties and now every time that you had initiated a kiss made sense.

“Hey,” you looked up at your boss, who was giving you a skeptical look. You felt panic shoot through your body. Had you forgotten to do some paper work? Had you missed a deadline?

“I’m almost done with the report that’s due next week,” you said quickly. “I-”

“No, that’s not it,” your boss said with a sigh. “You have a visitor... Just wanted to make sure you actually knew him.”

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“A visitor...?”

Your boss gestured down the hall behind him, and you peeked around him. Mingyu was standing there, his fingers toying with a cup of pens on the welcome desk. He accidentally knocked it over, and his eyes widened as he scrambled to gather all of them. Once they were all back in the cup he looked around to see if anyone had seen and he made eye contact with you. His eyes widened, and he raised his hand in an excited wave.

A smile crossed your lips as butterflies sprouted in your stomach.

“That’s my boyfriend,” you explained, turning your attention back to his boss. “He won’t bother me too much, I can take my lunch break right now.”

Your boss sighed.

“I guess that’s okay.”

You thanked him and walked down the hall, opening the door to your center of offices. You smiled at Mingyu.

“Look who it is,” you said softly. Mingyu eagerly closed the distance between you two, giving you a kiss to the corner of your lips. Your face reddened in embarrassment.

“I missed you,” he whined. “Why did Jaeyun and Rei stay for so long last night?”

“I’m sorry,” you said with a laugh. “We just lost track of time and then it was so late that it was better that they stayed the night.”

Mingyu rolled his eyes, but he didn’t argue with you. Instead, he reached forward, holding his hand out for you to take.

You felt your heart leap at the gesture. You usually didn’t mind showing those little signs of affection, but now... You felt your body burning.

You decided to pretend that you didn’t know what he wanted. You turned around and gestured for him to follow you.

“I just need one more second,” you said. “You can...”

You reached for a spare chair and pulled it up to the corner of your desk. You led Mingyu to the chair, pushing him down in it and patted his shoulders.

“Stay there.”

You returned to your work, Mingyu sitting silently beside you. You started typing, the sound of your fingers dancing across the keyboard filling the air. The silence only lasted for a second. You heard Sehun clear his throat and you sighed.

“Yes Sehun.”

You looked up to find him, Sowon, Mina, Eunbi, and Wendy all staring at you with wide eyes.

“Are you going to introduce us?” Sehun said, gesturing towards Mingyu. You looked at Mingyu who had a smile spread across his face. You rolled your eyes.

“No.”

A laugh erupted from Mingyu, and he stood up.

“I’m Kim Mingyu, the boyfriend,” he introduced. As if to prove it he leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. Your eyes widened at the kiss. You felt your fingers falter and your eyes flickered up to him in surprise. “Sorry, I think someone’s jealous that I’m giving you attention.”

His hand landed on your head, and he beamed at your coworkers.

“I’m not jealous,” you mumbled, but even as you said it your chest tightened. A weird feeling in itself. You never got jealous of people. In fact, when you had been dating Donghyun he had been the one who got jealous.

You didn’t see a reason in feeling jealous when someone interacted with someone.

Maybe... Maybe it was because this wasn’t real.

You looked up at Mingyu, who was looking back down at you.

“Mingyu and I are just going to get lunch,” you said, ripping your eyes from Mingyu. “But babe, I actually... I have a lot more work than I thought I did. I don’t think I have time to go out.”

A disappointed look flickered across Mingyu’s face.

“What? But-”

“That’s why you shouldn’t surprise me,” you said pointedly. “I’ll be at your game next week; we can hang out after the game, right?”

The disappointment was still evident on Mingyu’s face, but he seemed reserved to the fact that you had made your decision.

“Okay,” he said with a sigh. He leaned forward to give you a kiss, but you didn’t think your heart could handle it, you turned away as if you hadn’t noticed.

“I’ll see you!”

You glanced back at Mingyu, noticing that he had a weird look on his face. His eyebrows were pinched, and he was looking at you like you were a completely different person.

“Yeah, I’ll see you.”

You felt nervous all of a sudden. A buzzing in your brain that was different than what you were used to when you were socially interacting with people. Whenever you were near Mingyu, you felt like your body was screaming at you.

Make it real.

It took everything in you to keep your hands off of Mingyu. Even though you wanted it so badly you avoided touching him, and kissing him, and honestly being around him too much. It took everything in you not to run and hug him every time you saw him because you had just missed him so much.

You were so frustrated by these feelings. Even when you had first been with Donghyun it hadn’t been this bad.

The butterflies in your stomach, the way you couldn’t even hold his eye contact. And it didn’t help that he was literally the perfect fake boyfriend. For goodness sake you were two were making up this whole relationship. Did he know he didn’t actually need to be amazing?

He was always atune to your feelings and ducked you two out of social situations when you were too stressed. He made excuses to see you... Even though you kept reminding him you hated surprises he surprised you left and right... And you didn’t really hate it. It had gotten to the point where you hoped he would show up for your lunch break.

But you never asked him.

You gritted your teeth.

It was fake. It was fake. It was-

“And this is my better half,” Mingyu introduced, shuffling you forward ever-so-slightly. Your face reddened and you rolled your eyes.

“Hello,” you greeted. “He’s a little dramatic.”

“Oh I am not dramatic. I’m lost without you.”

Your heart leaped, but you tried to keep your composure. You were starting to wonder if he had forgotten it was fake.

“You’re acting weird.”

You glanced over at Jun who was sitting next to you on the counter of Seungcheol’s kitchen island. He was staring at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m not acting weird,” you denied. Jun looked away from you.

“You and Mingyu haven’t kissed today,” he replied. You shrugged.

“So? It’s a fake relationship. Our kisses are meticulously planned out-”

Jun barked out a laugh.

“We don’t need to kiss in front of you guys anymore,” you finished.

Jun hummed.

“Maybe.”

He didn’t sound very convinced. He let silence fall between you two. Only for a few minutes.

“You’re staring at him a lot.”

“He’s drinking a lot,” you said back. “This would be a toxic fake relationship if I didn’t watch out for him.”

“He comes to you when he’s too drunk because you have to make him feel better for your arrangement,” Jun stated. “You don’t have to watch him so closely to make sure he’s okay.”

You decided the best way to avoid Jun was to ignore him. That turned out to be the wrong decision.

Jun suddenly leaned in close to you. He looked at you with a mischievous smile on his face.

“You like him.”

You sighed.

“Don’t be stupid.”

Jun laughed at that. Leaning back on his hands.

“You never used to blush so much around him,” Jun said. “It’s very telling. You don’t want your relationship to be fake anymore.”

It was true, and hearing it out loud made it even worse.

“You’re annoying Jun.”

Jun sighed, and rolled his head back.

“You’re just mad because I’m right. You like me better than everyone else here.”

“That’s true,” you agreed with a laugh. You and Jun watched in silence for a moment as Mingyu and Soonyoung both shot gunned a bear together.

“You know, I think you two would be good for each other.”

You looked at Jun.

“We are good for each other. Remember? Fake relationship.”

Jun rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, don’t you think it’s a little too perfect. Lies are clunky and awkward. But you two have made it work so well and so easy, it’s almost like it hasn’t even been fake from the beginning.”

You were starting to think Jun was missing the point.

“But it was fake.”

Jun sighed.

“If it’s fake, Mingyu won’t get jealous.”

You frowned.

“Jealous of wh-”

Before you could even finish speaking Jun had leaned forward again. He placed his hand flat on the counter between your legs, his chest brushing against your arm. His lips grew closer to yours, his hot breath mingling with yours. You weren’t impressed. You weren’t even flustered.

“Trying to be a homewrecker Jun?”

But before he could answer, you two were being forcibly separated. Arms wrapped tightly around your body, and dragged you close to what you knew had to be Mingyu’s chest.

“What are you two doing?” Mingyu whined. He looked down at you, his eyes wide. “Did you forget that you were dating me?”

“There was something on your shirt,” Jun said, directing the comment to you. He looked up at Mingyu. “I was just trying to get it off.”

He acted innocent, but you could tell but the slight twitch of his lips. This is exactly what he had wanted.

“Mingyu you know you are the only one that I want,” you said softly. Mingyu looked frustrated so you sighed.

You leaned up, and very tenderly gave him a kiss.

“Remember? We’re in this together.”

That seemed to make Mingyu happy. He dipped down again, giving you another deeper kiss. It was a little sloppy, probably because of how drunk he was, but you didn’t care at all. You couldn’t help but smile as you batted him away.

“You taste like alcohol.”

Which reminded Mingyu of his prior activity. He gave you a pat on the head and rushed back over to Soonyoung. You joined Jun back on the counter, trying to ignore the huge grin on his face.

“So if it’s so fake, why did he-”

“Just shut up Jun.”

The craziest thing to come from your relationship with Mingyu was the fact that you had started to actually enjoy his basketball games. A few months ago you wouldn’t have been able to say how many points a person got from shooting the ball in the hoop.

Now you were calling out penalties, and screaming as one of Mingyu’s teammates got the ball as they were running down the court. You felt your heart beating in your chest as the teams ran up and down the court, and you couldn’t help the smile on your face when Mingyu’s team won yet again.

Now you thought it was expected for you to leap over the barrier to go greet Mingyu after a game. You two were actually infamous for it. Even that one girl on tiktok who duetted cute couples had duetted a video of you two, angrily slamming her pillow into her bed.

It was weird to think that most people looked forward to the hug and kiss you gave Mingyu after a winning game.

Some people thought you were his lucky charm. They were unbeatable this season.

“I’m going to go change and I’ll be right back okay?” Mingyu said. You nodded, squeezing his hand.

“Yeah, I’ll be right here.”

After every game you and Mingyu went out to get ice cream. His team always tagged along, and Mingyu always made a huge point of complaining about how he just wanted to spend time with you, but you two had loved it anyways. It had helped make your relationship seem more real to have Mingyu isolate you at a table pretending like he didn’t know the twelve other boys in the ice cream parlor.

You watched as him and the other boys disappeared into the locker room, Jun sticking his tongue out at you as he passed. You rolled your eyes, and surfed the crowd for Rei and Jaeyun. You saw them, giving you a wave good bye as they walked out with the crowd. You smiled.

You sort of regretted not coming out with them to games before. God it was fun.

“Hey. We need to talk.”

You turned around, your smile disappearing from your lips as you came face to face with the last person that you wanted to see.

“I don’t have anything to say to you Donghyun.”

Your mind raced to remember all of Mingyu’s rules. You couldn’t be talking to Donghyun, you had to-

“Stop avoiding me,” Donghyun snapped. “You haven’t let me explain myself, you blocked my number, you blocked me on social media-”

“You’re dating Jennie now, isn’t that enough?” You demanded. Donghyun pressed his lips together tightly.

“I’m just dating Jennie to make you jealous,” Donghyun exclaimed in frustration. “I don’t want Jennie, I want you, and I know that you want me too-”

You stopped listening to him, you just tried to brace yourself from the feelings that were sure to surge up. The longing in your heart to take Donghyun back, the wish to just be in his arms again, but... It never came.

“So? Are you finally going to listen to me? Stop frolicking around with some basketball player with no brains-”

“Don’t talk about Mingyu like that,” you interrupted. “Say whatever dumb excuse you want to give me for cheating on me but don’t talk bad about Mingyu.”

Donghyun scoffed.

“Are you serious? Are you pretending that you actually care about him? I know you are just trying to make me jealous.”

“Jealous?!” You blurted. You couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m not trying to make you jealous, Donghyun I don’t even care about you anymore.”

A thick silence fell between the two of you. Donghyun looked more surprised than you had ever seen him in his life, and you understood why. He had always been a master of your feelings. He always won arguments because he played to whatever made you happiest, unless he thought that he could win.

“That’s not true,” Donghyun mumbled. “You’re nothing without me. You have no friends. You have no social life. You have nothing.”

A frown crossed your face.

“I don’t ever want to see you again,” you mumbled. “I can’t believe-”

“What’s going on?” You had never felt your heart sink faster. You looked across the room, suddenly acutely aware of the fact that you were standing inches away from Donghyun and... When had Donghyun’s hand gotten on your wrist?

You ripped yourself away from Donghyun.

“Mingyu, it’s nothing,” you insisted. He completely ignored you. He stormed towards you, stretching out his arms like he was about to punch Donghyun.

“How many times do I have to tell you to get lost?” Mingyu demanded. You rushed up to him, throwing your hands on his chest. Considering Mingyu’s strength you thought that would do absolutely nothing. But Mingyu stopped moving as soon as your hands touched him. “I swear to god I’m going to-”

“Legally, he’s lying,” you said. You slapped your hand across Mingyu’s chest. “We’re leaving.”

“But-”

“We’re leaving,” you repeated. Mingyu turned around as you directed, letting you drag him all the way back to his locker room. You shut the door behind him, and took a deep breath. “Look before you freak out-”

“What was that?” Mingyu demanded. You hated that he was yelling at you, but you understood why he was upset. He thought that you were going back to a cheater, after building such a strong relationship with him it felt like you were falling backwards.

But you weren’t falling backwards.

“It was nothing,” you insisted. “He just wanted to talk-”

“Your rules-”

“I tried to follow them I just-”

“You know he’s just going to break your heart again,” Mingyu said. You looked away from him. You hated to fight. You could feel the tears beginning to run down your cheeks.

“He’s not going to break my heart,” you denied.

“He did it once, he’ll do it again,” Mingyu replied. He looked a little sad. He reached forward, gingerly rubbing a tear from your cheek. “People don’t change.”

You didn’t reply, which didn’t seem to make Mingyu forget what he had walked in on. You could see the frustration furrowed into his brow. He groaned and pulled away from you.

“I just don’t get why you would even want that asshole back, ” Mingyu blurted.

“I don’t want him back Mingyu.”

“Right, of course you don’t.”

“I’m serious.”

“Then why were you making googly eyes at him?”

“For fucks sake Mingyu I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Mingyu looked at you like his whole world had just come to an end and it made your heart break just a little. You looked away from him.

“And look I know you don’t feel the same way-“

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship,” you explained. “But you’ve got to understand-“

“Shut up,” Mingyu repeated.

“I don’t even miss Donghyun anymore. I used to think that I needed him, but now I know I don’t and I want you-“

“Do you listen at all?” Mingyu demanded. You decided to keep ignoring him.

“I understand if you want to end the fake relationship,” you whispered. “I just want-“

“I said shut up.”

Before you could speak again Mingyu had surged forward, one of his hands slipped around your waist to hold the small of your back and his other hand tangled itself in your hair as he pushed his lips to yours. You hadn’t realized exactly how desperate you had been for Mingyu until his lips were on yours, and then it was like you could only breath when he was kissing you.

There was no denying the electricity sparking between the two of you as you panted against one another’s mouths. A whine ripped from your mouth as Mingyu wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you closer to him.

“Does this mean-”

Mingyu interrupted you by deepening the kiss. He backed you two slowly up against the wall, his hands traveling your body. After a few long moments, he pulled back.

“I love you too,” he mumbled. “I do I have I hated everything being fake.”

You still couldn’t breathe, and it wasn’t because the kiss had completely knocked the breath from your lungs.

“You mean you want-”

“You,” Mingyu interrupted. “I want to be a cliché, strangers to friends to lovers.”

You couldn’t help the laugh the erupted from your chest causing Mingyu to pull away, a smile spread over his lips.

“Are you making fun of me?”

You were still laughing but you pressed a kiss to Mingyu’s lips.

“It’s not that,” you said. “I just- you sound so cheesy.”

“Are you surprised?” Mingyu asked mirroring your smile. You shook your head.

“No.”

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you stared at each other. You weren’t really sure what to do, you were just so excited to be there with him, to be officially official.

“We should go,” you said softly. “The others will get suspicious if we aren’t there for ice cream.”

Mingyu nodded.

“Right.”

He didn’t move, instead he just stared at you, that same goofy smile on his face.

“You know, you’re...” You cleared your throat. “You are really close.”

Mingyu snickered.

“We’ve kissed how many times? But now we’re too close?” He asked teasingly. You gave him a small glare.

“You’re annoying.”

“You love me,” he said happily. “Besides do you really want me to pull away?”

He made no move to pull away from you, and you made no move to move yourself. Your eyes flickered to the ground.

“Stupid,” you mumbled. “I guess you can stay there if you want.”

Mingyu laughed, and leaned forward, burying his face in your neck. You smiled warmly, wrapping your arms around his body.

“You really sure you want to date me?” You asked him, your voice soft. “It’s not too late to back out you know.”

Mingyu shook his head, his lips pressing briefly to your neck. You shivered slightly, but... You rested your head on Mingyu’s.

“I’m happy with us,” he said. “I think we’ve already proved that we work.”

“That was fake,” you replied. You felt Mingyu’s lips move, you could only imagine it was to smile.

“Was it fake?” He asked. He pulled away from you and looked up at you. “We kissed a lot for a fake relationship.”

“We did kiss a lot,” you said with a laugh. “And I told you I didn’t like pda.”

“You initiated most of them!” Mingyu denied. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“When you were drunk-”

“You knew what you were getting into fake dating me,” Mingyu insisted. “I punched your ex-boyfriend when I was drunk once.”

You couldn’t help but smile.

“You sure know how to win my heart.”

Real dating Mingyu wasn’t that different then fake dating him.

Maybe that’s how you knew that you had been really bad at faking your relationship. You had gone into your situation-ship with him with such real feelings, and he had been so supportive and perfect. It’s was no wonder to you that you had fallen in love with him.

And yet, it almost sucked that you two had been fake dating in the first place because it meant that you didn’t really have anyone to tell that you two were official to. Well, no one except...

“Jun.”

Jun kept walking his earbuds in his ears. You sighed, trying very hard not to look like an over excited fan.

“Jun.”

You finally caught up to him, tapping his shoulder. He glanced at you; his eyes widening slightly when he realized it was you.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“I asked Mingyu for your schedule,” you replied. You didn’t offer him much more of an explanation and you two walked for a minute in silence. “Mingyu and I are dating now.”

“I knew it,” Jun exclaimed excitedly. You rolled your eyes, pretending to be annoyed but in reality... You were so happy with his response. You wanted this so badly. To be able to tell people that you were dating Mingyu and for them to be excited for you. You had really taken advantage of it before.

“What did I tell you?” Jun continued. “You and Mingyu like each other and what did you say-”

“Yeah, yeah,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “I get it, you were right.”

A troubled look spread over Jun’s face.

“I should have made a bet with you,” he mumbled. “I could have gotten something out of this.”

You laughed and he started to walk forward, you fell in step beside him, not really having anything to do other than hang out with Jun at the moment.

“So, now that you two aren’t fake...” A mischievous expression crossed Jun’s face. “When are you going to... You know.”

You stared at him blankly.

“I don’t know.”

Jun rolled his eyes.

“Well before you Mingyu was a very.... sexually active-”

Your eyes widened.

“Shut up-”

“I’m just saying, Mingyu is a very attractive man.”

Color flooded your face.

“We like just started dating,” you stammered. He laughed.

“But technically you’ve been fake dating for a long time now,” Jun said. “You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

You wished you could tell Jun you hadn’t thought about it. When you were fake dating, it was all pondered for curiosity. Just a seed of thought in your brain that was pretty easy to ignore, but now.

The color on your face was all the evidence that Jun needed.

“Just saying, Mingyu is rough in bed,” he said with a whistle. “I hope that you can handle it.”

Ever since your stupid conversation with stupid Jun, things had become more awkward then ever around Mingyu.

There was of course the puppy dog phase between the two of you, excited to be officially dating, but there was also an underlying narrative that just kept running through your head. Whenever his fingers brushed against your body or his lips were on yours... You wanted more.

“Babe,” you looked up from the card game between you and Jun, giving Mingyu a smile.

“What’s up Gyu?” You asked him, setting your cards on the table.

“Jihoon won’t play mario kart with me,” he whined. He came up behind you, burying his face in your neck. He pressed a kiss there, his teeth grazing your neck. Heat crept up your face.

“That sucks,” you said, trying to keep your voice even. Jun’s eyebrows raised as he looked at you a smile spreading over his lips. “But Mingyu, I can’t make him play with you.”

Mingyu whined against your neck, causing your eyes to widen even more. You raised your hand to pat against his head, hoping it would get him to move because if he kept whining into your neck, you would have a serious problem.

Lucky for you, he pulled away from you.

“It’s not fair,” he mumbled. You nodded, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips.

“We can play later, okay?”

That satisfied him and he bounded back over to the other side of the room, beginning to loudly brag about how you always play games with him. You turned your attention back to Jun, your face still red.

“Don’t say anything,” you murmured. Jun shrugged innocently.

“There’s an empty room down the hall if you need to-”

You threw the deck of cards at Jun’s face.

“Hey Mingyu,” you murmured, glancing at Mingyu from across the room. He had come over to hang out, but you had been busy studying all day, you finally had a chance to breath, and you wanted to see what he was up to. He glanced up at you, and then back down at his switch.

“Just playing Fall Guys,” he said. “You want to watch?”

You nodded eagerly and wandered over to the couch. You craned your neck to look over at Mingyu’s screen, but he only let you sit there next to him.

“Come closer,” he mumbled. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled up onto his lap. He trapped you between his arms and peeked his head around yours so that he could look at the game. You couldn’t even bare to focus on what was before. You tried your best to look at the pastel-colored game, but you couldn’t focus on it.

All you could focus on was Mingyu’s hot breath on your neck and... You willed yourself not to think about what you knew you had to be sitting on. You were so close to him; you could practically hear your heart pounding in your chest.

You tried your best to focus.

“You’re not doing very good,” you observed as his character fell off one of the wheels. Mingyu huffed.

“I’m better then you are.”

You supposed that was true. After all, he wasn’t hard, and you... You were progressively getting wetter and wetter.

“Babe,” Mingyu called, running towards you from across the hall, you blinked in surprise at the sight of him. He didn’t explain anything, instead he grabbed a fistful of your shirt and dragged you close to him. Without any explanation he pressed his lips to yours. He had been gone for the last few days, at a game hours away from where you were.

You were surprised to see him back so soon.

You practically melted under his touch, wishing that his hands were touching you more then they already were. You wrapped your arms around him and as you did Mingyu pulled away from you, resting his forehead against yours.

“I missed you so much, you’re coming with me next time,” Mingyu said. You rolled your eyes.

“I have class Mingyu, I don’t get exceptions like you.”

Your body was burning. You missed him too, you were so glad he was back.

“I hate being away from you,” Mingyu mumbled.

You couldn’t understand how you had gotten so lucky.

When you and Donghyun broke up in that moment your entire world had ended. For just a moment you didn’t think that you would ever be happy again. But Mingyu had saved you. Despite not knowing you at all he had caught you when you fell, he had been there for you when you needed him the most, and he was probably one of the best people that you had ever met in your life.

“I should never have let you cook,” Mingyu said, laughing as you patted out the fire on your oven. You shot him a glare over your shoulder.

“I’m not usually this much of a disaster,” you murmured. “It was just one time.”

“And I have never set something on fire in the kitchen,” Mingyu replied. “So, who should have cooked again?”

You grabbed some flour from a bowl and threw it at Mingyu’s face. He laughed in surprise.

“Hey,” he complained. “Now my shirt is all dirty.”

“Why don’t you just take it off,” you mocked back. “It’s just a shirt.”

Mingyu’s eyebrows raised slightly.

“You would like that wouldn’t you?” He teased lightly. “You’ve just been begging me to take my shirt off.”

You rolled your eyes.

“You sound like Jun,” you said without thinking about it.

“You and Jun talk about me being shirtless?” Mingyu asked you. Your eyes widened when you realized what you had implied.

“I plead the fifth.”

Mingyu laughed and shrugged.

“Well, I actually am going to take my shirt off,” he said. “Because you did ruin it and frankly I don’t want to wear it anymore.”

The reasonable part of you knew that you should argue with him and tell him to keep it on, but the part of you that wanted to see him shirtless didn’t care. You tried to pretend you weren’t interested by looking away from him, but it didn’t really matter. He wasn’t looking at you in the first place.

“Well, what are we going to eat for dinner then?” You asked. Mingyu laughed.

“We’ll just order a pizza. I can call them right now.”

You nodded and walked into your front room, sitting down on your couch.

“Get pepperoni.”

It only took Mingyu a few minutes to finish ordering the pizza, and then he came and joined you on the couch. You took one look at him and rolled your eyes.

“Mingyu put your shirt back on,” you said. He shook his head.

“Uh, no. You got my shirt dirty; you have to deal with me not wearing a shirt.”

“But it’s so annoying,” you whined. “You’re distracting me.”

Mingyu laughed.

“What am I too attractive?”

You scoffed.

“More like you are too ugly.”

Mingyu didn’t respond for a moment and then he took you by your shoulders pushing you down onto the couch. You looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Are you sure that I am still too ugly?” He asked teasingly.

You felt your heart thumping in your chest as you looked up at Mingyu, he was staring at you with an unreadable expression, his lips so close to you that all you would have to do would be to tilt your head and your lips would touch.

“You should stay the night,” you murmured, your face blazing hot. Mingyu’s lips twitched upwards.

“Yeah, and what are we going to do then?”

Mingyu pulled back slightly, his hand traveled down to your waist and his fingers dipped under your shirt. You shivered under his touch.

“Well...” You trailed off; you were so embarrassed. “You know.”

“Watch a movie?” Mingyu asked, his tone low and teasing. “Read books? Eat ice cream? Get some sleep.”

He knew what he was doing, and you knew he could feel how embarrassed you were by the heat of your skin, but he was not doing you any favors.

“I want you to touch me,” you whispered. His eyebrows rose in amusement.

“Oh?”

His fingers dipped deeper within your shirt, his hands splaying over your chest.

“You want me to touch you? Where?” He asked teasingly. A whine left your lips and you arched your back into his touch.

“Just... Touch me,” you murmured. He smiled and began to run his fingers lightly up and down your sides, making your body tingle under his touch.

“You know how badly I’ve been wanting to feel your body?” Mingyu asked you softly. You looked up at him, your face still burning. “You know how absolutely beautiful you are?”

You raised your hands to your face, covering it so Mingyu couldn’t see you. He let out a noise of disappointment at that and his fingers retracted from your body. Your hands shot out so that you could grab his wrists.

“Don’t stop,” you blurted. A sound of amusement left his lips.

“Then don’t cover your face.”

You nodded and let go of Mingyu’s hands, hiding your hands behind your back. He smiled and his hands returned to your body, his fingers slid up to the edge of your bra and he lowered his hands to your back and unclasped it.

A squeak left your lips, but Mingyu paid it no mind.

“Sit up,” he instructed softly. You did as he said, and he slowly pulled your shirt off. You felt cool air on your hot skin and you shivered, reaching forward to hold onto Mingyu’s shoulders. He smiled and leaned forward, his lips attaching to your neck again. He peppered kiss after kiss across your collarbone, every once in a while, stopping to bite down lightly on your neck, always soothing over it with his tongue.

With each kiss, every touch, you felt yourself shiver and tighten your grip on Mingyu as if that would do anything for you. He wasn’t paying much attention to your desperation as his lips trailed down your body. You heard a small sound of desperation leave your lips as Mingyu’s lips trailed over your breasts, his tongue darting out to flick over your tits.

Mingyu laughed at the sound, peaking his head up to look at you.

“There something you want?” He asked you teasingly. You shot him a glare.

“Why are you-”

Before you could finish talking, he dipped his head again, lips latching onto your breast. His tongue darted from his mouth, dancing over your nipple. Your fingers buried into Mingyu’s hair, whining as he began to suck your nipples, his teeth nipping at you briefly.

“Fuck Mingyu,” you mumbled softly. He laughed against you.

“That’s not a very good word babe. Somebody should do something about that mouth of yours.”

Mingyu trailed back up your body, his lips pressing firmly against yours. You whined into his mouth, tightening your grip in his hair so that you could press him closer to you. He pulled away sooner then you liked.

“But I can kiss you anywhere anytime huh? Let’s do something more fun.”

Finally, Mingyu’s mouth began to trail lower down your body. He hummed when he got to your waist.

“You have too much on,” he murmured.

“Mingyu I’m shirtless,” you blurted. He shrugged.

“But what I want to do with you doesn’t end with your shirt being off.”

You didn’t really need to be told twice. You got up, shuffling out of your clothes. Mingyu did too, but he was much faster. By the time that you were naked he was sitting on the couch again. You looked over at him, embarrassed by the way he was looking at you.

“What?” You murmured, your face burning. A smile slowly crossed his lips.

“You’re just beautiful.”

Your eyes widened and you looked away from him.

“Shut-”

Mingyu wrapped his arms around you, suddenly pulling you flush against his body. His nose brushed against yours and he gave you a chaste kiss.

“I’m so lucky to have you,” he mumbled. He dragged you closer to him, turning you so that you were laying on the couch again. He lowered his lips to your neck again and his fingers prodded between your legs. At first his fingers just slowly slid up and down your folds, barely pushing in to feel the wetness between your thighs. You let out a soft whine as he dipped a finger into your pussy. Your hips wiggled making Mingyu press a hand on your pelvis to hold you still.

“You seem a little desperate babe,” he mumbled. You bit down hard on your lip to prevent yourself from telling him to stop teasing you so much. You thought that if you did, he would stop touching you and... You really didn’t want him to stop touching you.

Mingyu didn’t seem to mind this, instead he focused on pressing another finger into you. His fingers bent up inside of you, making you want to try and arch your back again. Unluckily for you, Mingyu was a bit too strong.

“Mingyu I want to-”

You were interrupted by your own strangled moan when Mingyu pushed his fingers deep inside of you again, scissoring his fingers in and out of you. The stretch sent a burn of pleasure soaring through your body. You wiggled underneath him more.

“I want to move,” you whined when you finally found your voice again. Mingyu snorted.

“I think you’re fine,” he said. “Unless you want to tell me that you want me to stop, I think you’re fine being held in place while I finger you.”

You whined again, but you didn’t want him to stop.

“I-I can bear with it,” you agreed breathlessly. He laughed. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to flick over your clit, causing you to cry out. “Fuck maybe I can’t.”

Mingyu laughed again and looked up at you as he slid a third finger into you.

“I’ve got to keep you still so that I can open you up for me,” he said teasingly. You groaned, thrusting your head back against the cushions.

“Fuck you,” you mumbled.

“No babe, I’m fucking you.”

He dipped his head again, his lips attaching to your clit. You moaned loudly, your fingers balling.

“Please, fuck, I need you to do more than just fucking tease me,” you blurted. Mingyu hummed against your clit which did not change your level of urgency. “Please just fuck me already.”

Mingyu peaked up at you.

“What did you want exactly?”

His fingers spread deep inside of you.

“I want your dick inside me please Mingyu, please, please, please,” you begged. As cruel as Mingyu seemed he still pulled his fingers from you, lightly tapping your pussy with his hand.

“Well since you insist, I suppose I could do something for you.”

Mingyu pulled away from him, positioning himself between your legs. He took a deep breath and looked at you.

“You sure?” He asked softly. “I should be safe and find a condom-”

“No,” you interrupted your face blazing red. “I don’t need- You can just- You know-”

Mingyu smiled at you and nodded.

“Okay,” he said softly. “You ready?”

You nodded.

“Ready.”

Mingyu slowly slid into you, making your back arch in a mix of pleasure and pain. You pressed your hands against Mingyu’s chest as he came fully seated in you.

“J-Just- One sec-second,” you murmured. “I just-”

“Take your time,” Mingyu replied softly. He dipped his head, placing a few soft kisses to your neck. You whined at the touch, feeling yourself begin to feel a little more comfortable on him. You wiggled your hips a little, forcing the stretch a bit more.

“You’re just... Bigger than I’m used to,” you mumbled. Mingyu chuckled.

“Let me guess, Donghyun couldn’t compare?” He asked. You could tell that was just an ego boost for him, so you decided to just completely ignore the question. Even if it was true. You only needed a few more minutes, you wiggled your hips and the burn was only pleasurable. You wrapped your arms around Mingyu’s body.

“O-Okay,” you murmured. Mingyu began to slowly slide himself out of you, the burn sending shoots of pleasure through your body, and low moans left your lips as he slowly began to push himself back in. His pace was slow, probably to make sure that you didn’t get hurt. You appreciated it but...

“I uhm...” You bit down on your lip and looked away from Mingyu. “I heard you like it rough. You can... You can be a little rougher.”

A chuckle left Mingyu’s lips.

“Are you sure you can handle it?” He asked you. You shot him a glare.

“I’m not made of glass Mingyu.”

“You’re not,” he agreed. “But I’d hate for you to go from little vanilla Donghyun to-”

“Just fuck me Mingyu.”

“Only if you say please-”

Mingyu came at a full stop inside of you, his cock pressed deep within you. You squirmed underneath him.

“Mingyu just-”

“I won’t move until you ask nicely,” Mingyu replied. “Unless you want me to just go ahead and pull out- There are other things-”

“Okay, okay,” you interrupted. You looked up at Mingyu. “Please fuck me.”

A grin spread over Mingyu’s face.

“Well since you begged so prettily-”

He cut himself off by pulling his dick almost entirely out and then slamming it back inside of you. You cried out in surprise, throwing your hand over your mouth. Mingyu looked down at you, a dark look in his eyes.

“I want to hear you baby,” he murmured. “And you know to just say something if it becomes too much.”

You nodded and moved your hand from your mouth, but you didn’t get much time to recover from the surprise of his first thrust. Mingyu wasted no time, beginning to set a cruel fast pace, his hips pressing his cock deep inside of you fast. Noises you didn’t even know you could make were leaving your mouth, each thrust making tears of pleasure sprout at the corners of your eyes.

“Baby,” Mingyu mumbled, leaning down to catch your lips with his. “You feel so good, you know that?”

Mingyu’s voice was rough, and lower than you were used to hearing it, and it only made the pleasure coil even more in your stomach.

“M-Ming-gyu,” you stammered, slamming your eyes shut. “It feels so good, please I want- Harder- More-”

You sounded like an idiot, barely able to form a coherent sentence, but you didn’t even care, as you spoke Mingyu pushed down on your pelvis, pushing one of your legs further out with his hand. It just proved to push him deeper inside of you. You whined, your fingers digging into Mingyu’s back.

“You’re so good for me baby, taking so much,” he murmured. “You’re so wet too, absolutely dripping, how badly have you been wanting this?”

“S-So badly Mingyu,” you admitted. “I’ve been wanting you so badly.”

A low growl left his lips as he surged forward, his lips pressing against yours again. Usually when Mingyu kissed you he was fairly gentle, even when you two were making out it was more passion then desperation, but right now. You felt like you could barely breath, each thrust made you pant against his lips, and he didn’t even seem to care as his tongue prodded yours.

“M-Mingyu, I can’t- I’m going to-”

“Good,” Mingyu interupted you. His hips stuttered a little. “Want to feel you cum around my cock okay?”

You nodded wordlessly, and it only took Mingyu a few more thrusts before you were coming around him, your walls spasming out of your control. You buried your face in Mingyu’s neck to avoid screaming too loudly. He fucked you through your orgasm until your toes curled from the sensation of still having him seated deeply inside of you. You whined out in pleasure and oversensitivity.

“Pl-Please, c-cum to, you’ve gotta c-cum too-”

Before you could even finish your nonsensical begging Mingyu pulled his cock out of you, he gave himself a few pumps and buried his fingers in your hair. He gave you a small tug.

“On your knees, mouth open, don’t break eye contact.”

You scrambled to get into position, your body still shaking a little and your mouth panting as you tried to catch your breath. Mingyu only gave himself a few more pumps before his cum began to spray on your face. A few ropes falling on your tongue and a few landing on your cheeks. You waited until Mingyu’s hand in your hair relaxed and he knelt down in front of you, pressing a kiss to your lips, tasting himself on your tongue.

You buried your own hands in his hair as you deepened the kiss, your pussy suddenly feeling empty without his cock buried inside of it.

“Mingyu,” you mumbled, against his lips. He pulled back, not answering you. Instead, he pressed a kiss to your cheek, cleaning his semen off of you. HIs fingers travelled down your body, his fingers slowly sliding over your folds.

“You okay?”

You nodded against him.

“Sensitive.”

He dipped his fingers briefly inside of you and then raised them to his lips, sucking his fingers into his mouth. Your nose wrinkled and he laughed.

“What? You taste good.”

His fingers dipped briefly into your pussy again and he held his soaked fingers up to your face.

“Taste,” he said. You opened your mouth to protest but that only resulted in him pushing his fingers into your mouth. You sucked them clean, your face burning at the embarrassment of licking your own juices off of his fingers.

Mingyu didn’t ask you how it tasted. Instead his eyes flickered to your lips and he leaned forward, dragging you into another deep kiss. As he pressed closer to you his knee pressed between your legs, brushing up against your folds. You whined against his lips and involuntarily rolled your hips against his leg. He laughed and pulled back.

“Still horny huh?”

You buried your face into his neck.

“Shut-“

You were cut off by yourself gasping lightly as a result of Mingyu pressing you back into the couch and sliding his cock back inside of you.

Your lips pressed against Mingyu’s skin as you tried to muffle the desperate moans that were falling from your lips. His first thrust was slow, but he didn’t bother with being careful as soon as he had pressed all the way in.

He did one hard thrust, and then a second one faster. Loud moans at every thrust tumbled from your mouth as you tightened your grip on Mingyu yet again to keep from falling onto the couch cushions.

“You’re so good for me,” Mingyu mumbled. “So good.”

You nodded against Mingyu’s skin, bouncing back and forth as he thrust in and out of you.

He was fucking you a lot rougher this time then the first time but his words were all the same.

“So good.”

“You sound so pretty.”

“You feel so good, baby.”

You moaned at his words.

“Please,” you murmured. “H-Harder.”

Mingyu’s hand snacked between your bodies, his finger coming to play with your clit sloppily.

“You sound so dirty baby,” he said, amusement dancing in his voice. “You really want it harder? I’m already fucking you so hard.”

You mewled against Mingyu’s skin.

“You’re annoying,” you mumbled.

“And yet you're begging me to fuck you harder,” he replied. “That means you’re going to be good for me and cum, aren’t you?”

You didn’t care that he was teasing you. You nodded frantically against his neck feeling coils of pleasure curl in your stomach. It was like he could read your mind, you had no clue how he had known you were close.

“I’ll be good,” you agreed breathlessly. “I can be- I'll be so good.”

Mingyu’s own voice was starting to cut off to, his own moans tumbling from his lips as he grew closer too. You tugged Mingyu closer to you.

“Mingyu, please cum, please cum,” you began to beg. “C-cum inside me please.”

You could tell that Mingyu was shocked by your words by the way that his free hand rose to your hair and tightened in your strands.

“I can’t do that,” he mumbled. You nodded and peeked up at him.

“You can, please, it’ll be okay, I want it, I want to feel you inside of me.”

Mingyu searched your eyes, his own dark with pleasure. He sighed.

“Fine,” he murmured. “Since you want to beg for it like a slut-”

A small cry ripped through your body as you started to cum at the word. Mingyu’s grip in your hair tightened and he tilted your head back so that he could drag you into another airless kiss and it only took a few seconds before Mingyu’s thrusts were getting sloppily and you felt his cum start to coat your insides.

You were practically crying in pleasure against Mingyu’s mouth, feeling his hips stutter against you until finally coming to a stop deep inside of you. You felt your toes curl as you broke the kiss, panting heavily against Mingyu. He let you down on the couch, pressing soft kisses to your face.

“You, okay?” He asked softly, his own breath coming heavy and somewhat strained. You nodded.

“Tired,” you mumbled. He nodded with a laugh.

“Yeah, I’m sure you are,” he agreed. “You’re deceptively kinky, aren’t you?”

You groaned.

“Are you done teasing me?”

“Did you really cum when I called you a slut?”

“It was a coincidence!” You protested. He laughed.

“Alright sure, we’ll just test it next time.”

Mingyu laid down next to you, slowly pulling his cock out of you. You whined when he slipped out of you, your feelings balling against his back. You turned and buried your face in his neck.

“Feels weird,” you mumbled. “To have your cum inside of me.”

Mingyu bounced against your chest with laughter.

“You begged for it.”

“I liked it,” you agreed. “Still weird.”

Mingyu hummed and slid down your body, his lips pressing against your pussy lips. His tongue darted out against your sensitive pussy as he slowly began to clean out your pussy, licking the semen out of it. You whined.

“M-Mingyu,” you murmured. He ignored you and instead stayed licking out your pussy for a little bit. Not stopping until semen had stopped dripping out from inside of you.

“You want to take a shower?” He asked. You shook your head.

“Come back up here,” you said instead. Mingyu hummed and crawled back up, wrapping his arms around your body. You pressed your face into his chest. He seemed fairly amused.

“You going to go to sleep naked on your couch?” He asked. You nodded.

“And you’re not going to leave, okay?”

Mingyu nodded.

“I’m not going to even try.”

Suddenly, there was a soft knock at the door, and you groaned, burying your face further into Mingyu’s chest.

“Who is that?” He asked. You shrugged.

“The pizza? Maybe they’ll go away.”

They knocked again.

Mingyu laughed and began to pull away from you, you whined in protest but he just placed a hand on your head.

“I’ll be right back.”

He pulled his pants back on but didn’t bother with a shirt. He walked up to you door and you heard him unlock and open it.

“Hey stupid you left your pizza out- Mingyu?”

There was a moment of silence between Jun talking and Mingyu standing at your door without a shirt on. He laughed.

“I knew it.”

Your face burned red as you shot up, pulling a shirt over your head and pulling pants on. You rushed to the door.

“Shut up Jun, what are you even doing here?”

Jun held out your earbuds, a cocky smirk on his face.

“You left these with me the other day and I was around so…”

He trailed off as you snatched the ear buds from him.

“You know you look like a wreck-“

You pulled Mingyu by his wrist and slammed the door in Jun’s face. Mingyu laughed at you, pulling you close to his body.

“Jun knew what now?” He asked his voice full of mirth.

“Shut up,” you mumbled.

The best thing about dating Mingyu was dates.

Mingyu was a huge romantic and he loved taking you out on dates whenever he got the chance. As much as he enjoyed sitting around and gaming with you he much preferred to take you out to dinners, or take you on elaborate nights out.

Tonight was nothing elaborate. Ice cream with the guys to celebrate a win out of town. But still you were pretty excited about it.

You were so excited in fact that you weren’t really paying attention to where you were going.

You felt yourself bump into someone and as you were about to say sorry for doing so, you stopped.

“Donghyun-” Your eyes widened as you backed up a little. You glanced down at your phone. You were running late. “Look I don’t really have the time, I’m-”

“Meeting Mingyu for a date?” Donghyun asked, his voice low. “Right. You know he’s just using you right?”

You rolled your eyes. You thought it was a little desperate of him to try this now. Maybe when you two had first started this crazy fake relationship you would have thought about this, but Mingyu had been nothing but respectful of your space and general wishes. No part of you thought that he was capable of using you.

“Donghyun I don’t care what you think about him,” you said. “You’re just jealous for whatever dumb reason you justify with yourself to go to sleep at night.”

“Mingyu is a known fuck boy,” Donghyun said. “Let me guess. You’re fucking him, right?”

Color flooded your face.

“H-Hey, shut u-”

“You’re a slut,” Donghyun said with a shrug. “And he’s using you.”

“I’m so fucking tired of your bullshit Donghyun,” you mumbled. “You can’t just come in here and ask me about my business and my life when you long forfeited the rights to know what I’m doing.”

Hurt flashed through Donghyun’s eyes.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you mumbled. “Seriously, you cheated on me, why are you acting like I suddenly left you for no reason?”

“You never even let me explain!” Donghyun protested.

“Okay then, explain,” you blurted. “Tell me your amazing excuse for why I caught you kissing someone else.”

“Because I was bored,” Donghyun yelled right back. Your anger dissipated, and you frowned.

“What?”

“You’re so boring, do you even know how boring it is to be in a relationship with you?” Donghyun asked. “For five years we dated, and you would barely do anything.”

“I am not boring,” you argued back.

“All you ever do is study! You never went to parties with me, and you hated kissing in public. You got upset if I tried to show you off-”

The more that Donghyun argued with you the more you began to realize something very important. All of the things that Donghyun argued about were things that you did with Mingyu. You didn’t care when Mingyu showed you off or kissing him in public, you went to parties with him every week...

You laughed once in disbelief and then again. Donghyun stopped in the middle of his sentence.

“What is so funny?” He asked. You shrugged.

“I just... I do all of those things with Mingyu,” you replied softly. “And I love him.”

That hurt look crossed Donghyun’s face again.

“Don’t say that,” he murmured. “It took you a year to say that you love me. Don’t tell me that you are already in love with him.”

You shrugged.

“Then fine, I won’t.”

You almost weren’t surprised when you turned around and saw that Mingyu was standing in the doorway. He didn’t look angry, simply amused.

“Is he really still bothering you?” He asked. You shrugged.

“Can’t leave me alone,” you replied. You bounced over to Mingyu, wrapping your arms around his body. The hurt of being called boring echoed through your mind and Mingyu placed his hand over your head protectively.

“Can I punch him?” He asked you. Tears pricked at your eyes and you shook your head in his chest.

“No,” you mumbled.

“But-”

“Seungcheol will kill you and it’s not good for your reputation,” you continued firmly. “Let’s just go.”

“The guys are expecting you for ice cream,” Mingyu agreed. “But... Won’t you just leave me for a moment?”

“Not alone,” you argued. Mingyu looked down at you, his hand prodding at your chin. You looked up at him, baby tears smeared on your cheeks.

“Seriously, just going to talk to him,” he promised. “Don’t you trust me?”

Unfortunately, you did.

“I won’t talk to you for a week if you punch him.”

“Just meet me for ice cream, okay?” He asked you.

You nodded and peeled off of him.

“But if you aren’t there ten minutes after I get in-”

Mingyu waved you off.

“I’ll see you in a moment.”

When you got to the others Jun seemed to sense that you had something on your mind.

“Are you actually thinking about the kind of ice cream you want?” He asked. “Don’t you always just get Mingyu’s favorite?”

“I can’t believe I actually like mint chocolate chip now,” you said with a disappointed sigh. “But no... I left Mingyu with Donghyun.”

Jun shrugged and licked his ice cream cone, so you thought maybe he hadn’t heard you.

“Mingyu is with Donghyun,” you repeated.

“So?” Jun asked. “Did you ask him not to do anything?”

“Well, yeah,” you replied.

“Then it’ll be fine. He listens to you.”

As if on cue Mingyu walked into the ice cream parlor. You looked at him and raised an eyebrow towards him. He just smiled at you.

“What? We just talked that’s all,” Mingyu assured. “He’s not going to bother you anymore.”

You eyed Mingyu suspiciously.

“And how’d you convince him of that?”

“How else? With my charming personality and award-winning smile.”

You rolled your eyes, but even as you did, you couldn’t escape Mingyu pulling you into his arms and giving you a large, long kiss.

“What was that for?” You asked, slapping at his chest as if you hadn’t liked it. He laughed.

“Just appreciating what I have,” Mingyu said softly. Disgust spread over your fast.

“You are disgustingly sappy sometimes,” you mumbled.

“Yeah, but you love it,” Mingyu said.

You smiled.

You really did.

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silencesscreams · 4 months

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"is there any chance i can fix this?" where james and reader are best friends since birth but he begins to pull away and spend less time with her in favor of the boys, so she just cuts him out of her life and after a while he doesn't know how to deal with it anymore. hiiiii

sad beautiful tragic

james potter x fem reader (angst)

a/n: sorry about any grammar mistakes, english isn’t my first language (also i’m pretty bad at writing angst but i tried my best) also immediately thought of the title because of the taylor swift song, so hope you don’t mind the association. also the first kiss part came to my mind because of a tiktok i saw a few weeks ago but i don’t really remember who’s it was to credit them

warnings: friendship distancing, kissing, fighting, cursing, a bit short (sorry), happy ending

“i’m sorry, okay? i’m so sorry, honey, please. is there any chance i can fix this? just tell me, please”

you knew james potter and he knew you. knowing meaning comprehending each other, meaning that you stood by each others side for as long as you can remember.

he was your first friend. he was your neighbor and you both grew up together, it was expected that you both would know each other better than anyone.

sure, it felt different when you both started hogwarts and suddenly he had new friends, but so did you. you spent the time you could together, always saving a bit of your days for each other.

during the sixth to seventh year summer vacation, he had spent the whole summer with you, you both would hang out all the time.

until he kissed you.

it was the last day of summer and you both had spent the evening in his room. you were talking about a book you had been reading recently and he listened quietly, like it was the most interesting thing he had ever heard of. until you paused for a brief moment and he moved closer to you. you were sat on the floor with him, the carpet tickling your legs as you played with the fluffy yarn under you.

“honey” he said, you looked at him, doe eyed waiting for him to continue. “a phrase. two words, six letters, two vowels. guess.” he said lowly whilst looking at your lips. your mind went blank.

one vowel for each word. you still didn’t get it.

“what are the vowels?” you whisper back, he smiles.

“i and e” he answers, not taking his eyes from off of you for a second. you knew.

“kiss me?” and so he did. his lips met yours abruptly, his hands grabbed your hips and yours went straight to the back of his neck. it completely changed the way you ever saw him, hell, it completely changed your expectations to a kiss. it was better than anything you’d ever experienced and you loved it.

when you got back to school, it seemed like he didn’t do that, actually, it seemed like he didn’t even talk to you the whole summer.

sure, he did casually say hello in the halls and you might’ve shared one or two conversations, but what the hell? he kisses you like that and expects you to just forget about it? that was the most fucked up thing anyone could’ve done. as the semester went on, your mind was absolutely torturing you over that kiss.

it made you overthink every single thing you ever did around him. but maybe he didn't have time, maybe he was really busy with his studies and quidditch, right? that was probably it.

he saw you every once in a while, said an awkward hi or whatever that thing signaling head thing he did was.

the crush you had developed for him didn’t help at all. it made you crave his presence in your life, even now that you hated him more than you ever thought you possibly could. you missed his pet names for you, ‘honey’ and ‘sweetheart’ sounded so amazing coming out of his mouth.

but from the moment he started to ignore you, you decided he was absolutely done. he was never going to see a smile coming from you ever again, he was never going to get another hello, nothing. james potter didn’t deserve a single thing from you.

your friends agreed. they thought he was a piece of shit and said you should’ve cut him off a long time before.

life went on without him, you barely thought about him. your studies were going well, everything was great.

christmas break came up and when you saw james at the train station, you were pissed. you knew he was going to be there for christmas dinner, he was always invited alongside with his family. you didn’t know how he was going to act then, was he going to pretend it never happened?

when you got home, your mother instantly started asking you what you wanted for dinner and you were glad to be home, you just hated that he was in the house next to yours.

a few nights after you both got home, you were invited for a date by steven, who worked at a bookstore near the city park. you said yes, he took you to see a shitty movie and tried to kiss you after dropping you off at your front porch. you dodged it and gave him a good night kiss on the cheek. james saw it all.

once the date left, you heard him yelling from his porch:

“who’s that?” you ignored him and went inside, sure, you weren’t going to see steven again but james didn’t deserve to know that.

on christmas day you went to the potter’s for dinner, your parents insisted for you to go, even though you tried to fake being sick. sirius was there too, you politely greeted all of them them and didn’t bother to answer james’ “hey”.

when you sad at the side of the living room table james sat next to you, even though that wasn’t his usual seat. you played with your dress awkwardly and ate less, being there was making you so irritated you lost your appetite.

after taking a bite from your desert, you thanked euphemia for the food and told your parents you were feeling a bit sick and that you were heading home, telling them to enjoy the rest of their night.

as you were opening the door to head out, you heard footsteps behind you. you knew james was there and you had no interest to talk with him.

“don’t” you simply stated, stepping out and shutting the door lightly on him, he followed you during the small walk between both your houses.

“hey!” he shouted, trying to get your attention. you were about to shut the door to your house on his face, but he held it with his foot, going into your house.

he pulled you by your wrist but you tugged it away from him.

“don’t touch me!” you shouted at him, staring into his eyes for the first time that night.

“now you can talk to me, huh? ‘the fucks up with you?!” he shouts back, brows furrowed. you couldn’t believe him, what a fucking nerve he had.

“whats up with YOU?!” you step closer to him, throwing your keys on the coffee table in the middle of the living room. “you’ve ignored me for the whole semester and now you wanna talk?” he had never seen you like this. you had never been this angry at anyone or anything around him.

“i’m sorry?” he had no reaction, he knew he was wrong, he just couldn’t deal with it. with anything. he didn’t know what to do after he kissed you, he couldn’t handle any of it. he knew that if he spent more time around you he would fall harder, he couldn’t risk it.

“i’m sorry! now that you don’t have anyone else near for you to talk to i’m worthy of your attention? i’m so lucky, right?!” your eyes started to tear up, but you held it in, he was not getting to see you cry.

“honey, i’m sorry i didn’t talk much with you these past few months, but i tried to speak with you tonight and you didn’t even bother to answer me!” he ran his hand through his hair, looking at you as you sat down on the couch, staring at your hands.

“you didnt even look at me. the entire fucking night. one lousy ‘hey’ is not trying to do anything” he handed you a piece of paper, it was crumpled up in his jeans’ pocket. you knew he was bad with words, but the paper was written front and back. what was he even trying to do? did he think a letter was enough to fix the damage he had done?

“really? you’re a little too late for this, don’t you think?” you said, looking at him angrily.

“fine, don’t read it then. just keep it, okay?” he knew you were about to cry. it was the worst feeling he had ever felt.

“you don’t get to do this to me, james” you hold back tears once you say it.

“i know, honey, i know” he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, cupping your face as you try to not melt because of his touch. he kisses you, but this time you pull away.

“no. don’t do this to me” you say, a single tear streaming down your face, he wipes it off but more tears just keep coming

“im sorry, im so sorry for everything i did and-“ you interrupt him.

“could you just try to listen?!” you shout, pulling away from his touch again. “what makes you think that i want this? after all you did, better, all that you didn’t do?! you kiss me and expect me to forget about it? expect me to be okay with you ignoring me all the time just because you kissed me again? i can’t be okay with any of this unless you actually explain to me what happened. i really try to understand you, but all of this doesn’t help!”

“i love you” he says “i have loved you all my life and i didn’t know, after i kissed you it all hit me and i couldn’t trust myself around you anymore, i didn’t want to hurt you so i pulled away, i just didn’t know it would hurt you more like that. i’m sorry, but im here now and i want to show you how much I do love you” he pauses and sits next to you on the couch.

“i’m sorry, okay? i’m so sorry, honey, please. is there any chance i can fix this? just tell me, please” he wipes the tears from off your face again. you knew he meant it, you just didn’t know how to trust him again.

“i don’t know” you whisper, looking into his eyes, you had never seen him look this sad. you wanted to trust him, you really did, but how could you? how could you know he wasn’t going to pull something like that again?

you couldn’t be sure of anything, you could only hope for the best and be careful. so you gave it a shot.

“come here” you say lowly, pulling him in for a hug. he buried his face in the crook of your neck and gave you small kisses.

“i’m so sorry, baby” he whispered.

“i know” you whisper back, he looks at you and gives you quick kisses all over your face. you can’t help but smile.

it was going to take a while for you to trust him again, but you knew you could.

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hecateslore · 3 months

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supervisor!simon

“Are you quitting because of me?” Simon prodded, “I have to heat up my breakfast.” Soon as you went to walk to the break room, Simon grabbed your wrist softly, his brown eyes looking into yours,

“Answer me, is it my fault?”

Simon’s honey brown eyes, search your face, It’s weird. Why’d he care so much? You snatch your arm back from his hand, “What’s the matter with you?” confusion thick in your voice.

Simon watched as you walked to the break room. A weird feeling sat in his chest, he thought he might’ve overstepped, pushed your boundaries a bit. Shaking it off he walked into his office, he hated this game of push and pull that was going on his mind. Sitting in his desk chair, he stared at the wall. When you started working at the office Simon was just a lead, he appreciated a new face, a pretty one at that. You got quieter over time, you barely spoke to Simon, he always saw you conversing with Linda, laughing, exchanging snacks, borrowing pens, even getting lunch sometimes. He wanted and still wants a piece in that.

You just had attitude problems. Simons alert. He sees when you have a bad day, when you roll your eyes when asks if you could come in earlier. He hears when you smack your lips at one of his emails. Simon knows you're not that fond of him. A part of him likes it? Something about you leaving, just wasn’t right.

Later in the day, Simon walked around the office. Good thing no one saw your awkward interaction earlier this morning. Simon stood at the back next to Victor; this old guy who always brags about his son who’s in the air force. You could feel his (Simon) eyes on you, You shifted in your seat, feeling the pressure from Simon's presence.

You stop typing on your keyboard and get up to go to the bathroom, needing a break from this moment in life (y'all know what I’m talking about??? No? ok.) While getting up you both made eye contact, that somehow made your stomach drop to your ass. You crossed your fingers hoping he wouldn’t follow you.

You knew Simon could be a pushover, everyone knows it, and somehow everyone is still okay with it. One time, this old coworker always overfilled his cup and he would leave coffee stains in the shape of his cup on the counter. Simon sat and watched him make his cup of coffee for two weeks, wrote down how many times he spilled coffee and never cleaned it up, marking the notes with a date and timestamp. That man was fired one week later.

In the bathroom you hold the sink gathering yourself, today will be the day. You scored an interview at your bestfriends job. You were grateful, so happy to finally leave the maniac in business casual. You felt bad, Kind of? You exhale and adjust your outfit in the mirror.

You spent a lot of time here, silently screaming, flicking water at the mirrors as “revenge”, calling your bestfriend and complaining for 15 minutes straight. Were you having a sentimental moment in the bathroom? Maybe.

Simon stood with his arms crossed, peeved. Watching Victor click on his computer, seeing how many times he’s messed up and didn’t notice. Simon wanted to catch you leaving the bathroom and try to continue this morning's conversation. But he vetoed that thought.

The other part of Simon wanted to start an argument, hoping you’d give him an ounce of the truth. Simon wasn’t obtuse, not on purpose at least. He wanted to call you into his office and let you have a go at him. You could yell, scream, even throw a shoe at him. Simon didn’t like to be the root of the problem, he wanted to be a problem fixer. Simon was getting annoyed. He rolled his eyes so many times in one minute, they were going so fast all you could see was the white of them.

You walked back to your desk, it was still early in your shift, you finished your tasks for this morning so you sat in your chair waiting for a new load of work. You rocked yourself side to side, soothing the random anxiety in your body. Simon walked past your desk and stopped, bending down to your level “I have a new hire coming in and he needs to be trained.” he spoke quietly, “You could do me this favor?” he looked at your screen, noticing the blank monitor, “I mean since you’re not gonna be here for too long.” Simon's passive tone almost makes your eye twitch, you nod saying nothing, giving him no reaction.

45 minutes later a man in a black sweater with slacks walks in with a folder in hand. His icy blue eyes land on yours, a big smile stretches across his face. You almost choke on the sip of water in your mouth, he’s cute, and he’s your replacement. You almost throw up. Simon's office door swings open, he walks over to the new hire and gives him a big hug.

They stood in the same spot for 10 minutes, chatting and laughing, patting each other's shoulders, giving bro hugs. You were staring and you knew you were staring, practically gawking at the new hire, his thick thighs, pretty teeth and even prettier eyes. Maybe leaving didn't sound as good as this job was looking. Simon’s very easy on the eyes, you’re very aware. He’s tall and thick, but he can be a real ass. He’s hot though, that. you’ll never forget! Exactly like when he was promoted to Supervisor, you couldn’t stop staring at him at the company party. His shirt was a little loose and Jesus Christ; his large legs and hands, and those big brown droopy eyes. God he is pretty.

Simon stood before your desk clearing his throat to get your attention, you look up through your brows, “Replacements here!” he says, you could punch him from down here, right in the chin.

“This is who’ll be training you Johnny,” Simon taps your desk, You smile at him politely earning a nod that almost makes you squeal. Simon eyes you and Johnny, “She won’t be here long.” he fakes a frown, and looks directly at you. “Ahh ‘s a shame.” your ears perk up at his voice, you smile again at him. “I’ll leave you two to it.” Simon smacks your desk, and of course it’s way too loud.

You and Johnny get acquainted, you learn he and Simon worked together years ago. He was the last to retire out of their “little work group” you call it. “Did Simon give you the hand book?”

“Yeah, but I don’ think I’ll need it though.” he says while bending a paperclip. “Oh trust me you will.” you snort. “You get in trouble alot?” he smirks at you. “Maybe.”

“That why you’re quitting?” you shake your head, “Me and Simon don’t really get along.” You avow while writing down some serial number for him. “Can I ask why?” his blue eyes watch you put the sticky note on his folder, “Dunno.” you say.

“Where you working after this?” His thick accent makes you smile, “My friend's job has an opening.” you respond, “considering quitting here too?” you joke.

“I don’ think HR would be okay with me hitting on ya.”

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barcaatthemoon · 2 months

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faint || lucy bronze x reader ||

you push yourself a little too hard before a big match.

all you had wanted was the opportunity to start in a big game. jonatan had played you as a starter in a few smaller matches, ones that he knew the team could handle with ease. with a few injuries, a spot had opened up that you knew you could fill. and so, you had begun coming in for extra training throughout the weeks leading up to jonatan picking his squad.

everybody had noticed the extra work you were putting in, but they didn't seem to realize the cost it had come at. lucy had been a little in her own head, so you couldn't blame her. besides, it wasn't like the two of you had reached the point in your relationship where you spent every single day together.

"are you ready?" you glanced up to see ingrid standing in front of you. the two of you had become fast friends when you joined barcelona. she had been a big part of you and lucy managing to get your shit together long enough to go on a few dates.

"i don't know if i'm ready, but i want this so badly. don't tell lucy, but i don't think i've wanted anything like this in a long time," you admitted. ingrid laughed, knowing that they weren't the same type of situation, but lucy would have definitely taken it as such. for as stoic as she liked to come off, you had learned firsthand how gentle lucy truly was.

once you were on the pitch, you tried your hardest to let go of your nerves. there was definitely still something off, but you were fairly certain that it wasn't nerves. you played better than you had in a long time, hopeful that a good showing today would lead to more starts for your club. you could feel your benchwarming days slipping away as you passed the ball to one of your teammates for an assist quickly followed by a goal of your own.

at the half, you felt utterly exhausted. your endurance was generally better than that. you tried your best to hide it as everybody went back out for the last 45 of the game. you didn't try moving around as much as you had before, but you still tried your best. many of your teammates were all sending you concerned looks, including lucy.

"hey, are you okay?" lucy asked as she noticed you swaying on your feet a little. it was a corner kick, and you were usually great at clearing these. you jumped up to head the ball away from your goal, and instead of landing on your feet like you usually did, you went straight to the ground. ingrid and lucy were on your sides instantly to check on you, only to see that you were unconscious.

"what happened? did she hit her head?" ingrid asked the surrounding players. nobody had any sort of real answer for it, which was only causing lucy to panic even more. she had never seen anyone go down like that, not without cause.

"luce," you said weakly. she looked down at you at the first sign of you waking up again.

"what is it love?" lucy asked softly. she brushed her hand over your head as she cradled it in her arms.

"can you move a little? your boot is hurting me," you chuckled lightly. lucy immediately shifted around a bit so that you were more comfortable. despite your claims that you were fine, everybody was insistent that you sub out and go down to the trainer's to rest. they made you lay down and take sips from an electrolyte drink. you were supposed to have taken a bit of a nap, but you couldn't sleep wondering whether or not the game was going well without you.

you wanted to go to the bench at the very least, but the trainers kept you in the cool, air conditioned room. it wasn't until some of the color had returned to your face and you were truly speaking clearly that they let you go back to the locker room. you had a late start showering and changing, but lucy was more than happy to wait for you. she had been ready to go whenever you initially walked in, but she was still standing there when you came out to get your things.

"can i carry your bag for you?" lucy asked. she was a great girlfriend, but she had never asked to carry your bag before. a part of you felt like you were a teenager in school again with your old boyfriend, but lucy was a trillion times better than he could ever be.

"you don't even like carrying your own bag most of the time," you teased. the small smile on lucy's face fell to be briefly replaced by a small pout. you handed your bag over for her to take before you took her free hand. "it means a lot that you're here for me."

"i'd be a pretty shit girlfriend if i wasn't," lucy pointed out. still, you knew that she wasn't just doing it because she felt like she had to.

"you've come a long way from who you were when we started seeing each other. i'm proud of you, luce," you told her. lucy blushed and tried to turn away from you, but there wasn't anywhere for her to go. you pressed a kiss to her cheek, deciding to leave things there for the time being. you could get sappy and make her blush later whenever she was trying to take care of you at her place.

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“You can't seriously be that dumb..!”

💗 Clarisse la rue x daughter of Apollo!reader one-shot 💗

Authors note: hi reader!! This is my first fan-fiction post so I'd love any constructive criticism to help improve my writing for the future! This is not beta read so it's far from perfect - but I hope you will still enjoy it nonetheless :)) Ty for reading! 🫶

Short summary: Clarisse has some doubts about your "relationship" and seeks you out to speak about her worries.

Word count: 940ish words!

Clarisse’s mind was swarming with thoughts; it always does when she trains alone. She thinks best in the training arena, it's in her blood after all. You and her had been in a relationship for almost 3 months now and hadn't kissed yet. Which isn't a big deal! Clarisse doesn't mind, at least that's what she tells herself. But this is her first relationship, and she doesn't have anyone to unload this onto. To ask advice without having to reveal too much about herself, and her most private fears. She knew that you wanted to take things slow. Although it was not confirmed by words, Clarisse could (in her opinion) read her ‘girlfriend’ well. However when was slow, too slow? Were you having mixed feelings all of a sudden? And if so why had this not been brought up? Clarisse believed that you two were close, as ones in a romantic partnership should be; but perhaps not as close as she had originally thought.

Clarisse took large and fast steps, speed walking over to you. People moved out of her way, they could tell it was urgent and that they shouldn't mess with Clarisse at this moment. Or any moment for that matter.

“Hey Clarisse!” you spoke enthusiastically, finishing up a patient in the infirmary. “Pretty girl, explain something to me.” Clarisse's words make you blush, faintly; you had mainly gotten used to her flirty remarks these past few weeks, but she always manages to catch you off guard, every once in a while. “Ok.. what's up?” you asked, in a nervous tone. You could clearly see the distressed look on the girls face. “It's sort of private, can we speak in the back?” this added to your nerves, clarisse was usually never this off. “Of course, is everything okay?” but before you could finish your sentence, clarisse had already walked over to the back of the infirmary and into the supply area.

The supply closet was cramped with the both of you in there. Clarisse had to push up against you with an arm over your head for you two to fit somewhat comfortably. “Clarisse, is everything okay?” you asked again, this time hoping you would get a straight forward reply. “Do you.. Have you um..” clarisse stuttered avoiding your concerned gaze. “Have you lost feelings for me or something?” she finally mutters. You spent a minute gathering up your words, to find a way to reply. You bit your lip with furrowed brows, before the words fully processed and then said. “What..?” Clarisse had a strange expression on her face. “It's been three months and we haven't kissed or held hands in public. We don't go on proper dates. I feel like you don’t like me” she says quickly with an eye-roll included. “Clarisse, what are you on about..? Why would we kiss?” you asked hesitantly. “Why wouldn't you? Were in a relationship, isn't that kinda the norm?” This left you frozen. You were shocked, obviously but also majorly embarrassed. Had you been in a relationship without even knowing it? And to your crush no less. Fuck. “.. relationship?” you said nauseously, with butterflies in your stomach. “Clarisse, is this some sort of sick joke..?” you added, with shallow breaths. The room was getting stuffy and suffocating. “What do you mean sick joke? Have I ever lied to you? Are my feelings a joke to you? Is that it? Forget it. If I make you this fucking sick then good thing you're in the infirmary. I'm leaving, let's not talk for a while, 'kay?” she pushes past you. since you two were practically melted into one another, you could feel how she'd gotten warmer and how her heart rate had gone up significantly. You try to go after her but just as you do, your brother, Will asks you to tend to another patient that had just come in. He calls over his shoulder. “trouble in paradise? Gonna have to wait, I'm afraid - I need some help over here!” leaving you even more puzzled.

An hour or two goes by since you spoke with clarisse, and she’s consumed your thoughts entirely. You decided to speak to her at dinner and try to resolve whatever happened earlier.

“Clarisse, can we talk? Again..” you whispered, almost begging. “Kinda busy. We’ll talk later.” clarisse brushes you off to finish scraping her offerings into the fire. “Please clarisse. I need to speak to you. Just for a second.” you plead. “Two minutes. Two, that's it.” clarisse says, her eyes finally looking up from fire to the now very interesting sky. “Thank you.” You sigh and lead her away to a more secluded area as she had done with you. “I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. And they're not a joke to me. I'm just confused. What did you mean by relationship?” Clarisse replies by saying “what do you mean, what do i mean? We're dating, aren't we?” you take a pause, dumbfounded for the second time today. “Since when? Don't take this the wrong way but.. I don't remember you asking me to be your.. Um.. girlfriend.” your voice is wobbly and uncertain, you try your best to make your words seem kinder, as to not offend clarisse again. “Well, I guess I never asked but.. Oh.” Clarisse's words end as she parts her lips. She's realised her error. And so had you. You let out a breathy chuckle and say “maybe this time you should actually ask me.'' Clarisse looks at you with much more confidence now, her infamous sly grin back on her perfect face. “Maybe that would be best, sweet girl.”

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cupid-styles · 3 months

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a day in the life (ymls)

it's been awhile since I've posted anything about these cuties so here's a lil blurb!!!!! hope you enjoy :)

word count: 1.3k

content warnings: family stuff, y/n is no longer pregnant BUT there's discussions of her pregnancy, giving birth, and lactating/breastfeeding

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Y/N never asked Harry to live with her.

They never had a conversation about it, instead just deciding to go to her house after she and Clementine were released from the hospital because it would likely be easier to recover in her own space — all of her lactation gear was there, along with the three (3!) different pregnancy pillows Harry purchased for her throughout the duration of the pregnancy.

But then he just never… left.

In hindsight, despite neither of them bringing it up, they both recognize that it’s a way past overdue discussion. Someone should’ve been like, “hey, I know we’ve only been dating for like four months or so and we’re having a baby together, but should we live in the same space, maybe? Just for ease of parenting and all that?”.

Surprisingly, though, since Y/N very much appreciates her own room — she didn’t do well in college when she had a roommate in their dorm, and she’s very much an introvert that adores heading home at the end of the long day and simply being alone — she hasn’t completely hated Harry being around all the time. It’s the most that they’ve ever spent time together, a whopping three and a half weeks straight since Clementine was born.

It’s a different kind of time, though, considering a newborn’s schedule is unlike anything else. They alternate between who gets to nap during the day and while Y/N is technically cleared for recovery, she still aches like… well, like she pushed an entire body through her. (Even when she tears up looking at Clementine nearly every day, she still shudders at the thought of giving birth. Harry called it the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen and she sincerely wonders if he’s mentally well.)

And somehow, they’ve developed a schedule that works quite well, for now at least. Clementine, their sweet little baby girl, is a decent sleeper. Per all those parenting books Harry obsessed over for nine months, she spends most of her time sleeping, with multiple feeding times throughout the day and night.

When Harry and Y/N both manage to be awake and conscious during the day, they hover over her bassinet — well, formerly in Y/N’s room, but now it seems to be Y/N’s plus Harry’s room? — quietly leaning in to make sure she’s breathing okay, admiring her cute little face, and taking pictures of the adorable onesies Harry puts her in. They have visitors, of course, including both pairs of their parents, siblings, and mutual friends. There’s a lot of crying and smiling and, oddly enough, entertaining, which is silly considering they’re still brand new parents who are working off of two- or three-hour incremental naps.

In terms of their dynamic, things shift slightly, but Y/N is still the grump Harry adores. She’s exhausted, understandably so. The whole breastfeeding thing wreaks havoc on her body and Clementine doesn’t love it, so she tries her best to regularly pump milk for her, but she hates sitting on the couch, asking Harry to turn on some stupid reality show to distract her, and feeling the machine push and prod at her breasts.

“This makes me feel like a cow,” she’d huffed the first time they did it, and it made Harry snort so loud he had to excuse himself from the room.

But Harry… he’s good, even if it’s difficult for Y/N to properly communicate that to him. She knows she got very lucky with him, not just from a partnership standpoint — which, that’s an entirely different conversation that they haven’t gotten to yet — but a parenting one, too. He has no reason to get up with her at 3 am because Clem’s doing her sweet little lamb cries from the corner of their bedroom. Y/N can very easily escape to the room she designated as her nursery months back, where there’s a comfy nursing chair her mother bought her, but instead Harry’s up before Y/N’s eyes are even properly open, gently placing her in her arms and pushing a warm bottle into her hand.

He insists on helping her with every feeding, taking on more diaper changes than Y/N, and even doing his best to take care of her along the way. He helps her into the bath when her bones and joints are too achy to stand in the shower, he never complains about cooking them dinner (if Y/N orders food one more time, she thinks her bank will call her and ask if she’s been taken hostage by one of those ordering apps), and, even with her heightened hormones and emotions, she does indeed cry helplessly, salty tears leaking onto her daughter’s forehead when Harry comes home one day with a bouquet of flowers, a tidy note in the front that says “for my girls”.

It makes him laugh so hard, the sight of his cranky girl in her milk-stained robe standing in the kitchen, gently rocking Clementine as she holds the pretty stems.

“Why are you laughing?” Y/N sniffs, lifting her hand to quickly wipe tears away from her cheeks.

“Because you just look so cute right now,” he says with a grin. He takes the flowers back from her, murmuring out something about putting them in a vase.

“Sometimes I do wonder if you’re certifiably insane.” Y/N mutters, partially to herself. When she glances down at a milk drunk Clem, a smile quirks at the edges of her lips. “What do you think, Clemmie? Is dada crazy?”

Harry knows that this isn’t the traditional family he dreamed about, that having a baby with Y/N was a risk he was only willing to take because he always wanted to be a dad — but shit, he’s so happy.

(Y/N is, too. She’s over the moon, with the way gratitude feels like it fills up her body in a way she’s never experienced before. And she knows she’s awful at expressing her feelings, but when she glances back up at Harry, eyes twinkling with a healthy blush over her cheeks and a smile on her lips, he knows. He just knows.)

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sooniebby · 1 year

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ఌ 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔

❝ 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 ❞

꧁ 𝙄𝙯𝙪𝙠𝙪 𝙭 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞’𝙨 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Teaser ➤ Izuku realizes he must act to get what he wants.

Word count › 1.7k

Rating › NSFW

Warnings › possessive behavior and borderline obsession from Izuku

Kinks › mentions of breeding/creampie

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╰┈─➤ ＢＥＧＩＮＮＩＮＧ

Izuku had always wondered how Katsuki was related to him. Bakugo (Name). An angel compared to the devil that Katsuki was. He was only three years his senior with looks that resembled Masaru. His quirk was a bit underdeveloped compared to Katsuki's.. Weak, really.

But that's what he liked. He liked that (Name) didn't judge him for being quirkless. Unlike Katsuki. He still remembered that time (Name) slapped Katsuki for calling him ‘Deku.’

Katsuki hadn't really bothered him after that. His little lackeys, sure, but Katsuki himself didn't say much. Izuku couldn't be sure if Katsuki was even helping him sometimes against the bullies. But he knew Katsuki would never willingly say that he was.

He'd kill if he asked.

Izuku sighed to himself as he tugged off his sweaty suit. Of course the meeting his attended with Iida turned into an ambush by some lowlife villains. They won, obviously, but he still worked up a sweat in one of his favorite suits.

He turned it over to check for damages and to his dismay, there was a large scratch.

“(Name) got me this...” He muttered to himself. He felt the sudden urge to kill someone. (Name) had spent so much money to find a suit that was tailored to his larger body type and didn't rip once his arms went through.

What was he supposed to do?

Logically, fix it.

But emotionally, he wanted the villain who ruined such a special gift to gravel at his feet for ruining such a precious item.

He shook his head. He'd find someone to fix it. Resting it on his chair in his bedroom, he walked over to check his phone before noticing someone was calling him.

Katsuki?

“Hello?”

“Tch, what the hell have you been doing to not answer me? I thought today was your day off?” Katsuki's usually angry voice bled through the phone. But Izuku knew he was a little bit worried.

He could read Katsuki's emotions better now ever since they graduated.

“Sorry. I left my phone at home when I went to visit Iida.” Just a little white lie wouldn't hurt.

“You free now?”

“Yes, why? Did something happen?”

Katsuki paused for a second. “Come straight here. Don't do anything crazy, alright? You worked too hard for your hero's license.”

“Huh? What happened?” Izuku frowned. Sure, he acted recklessly sometimes but he had grown older. He knew to think before acting compared to his high school self.

“It's (Name). I—”

Katsuki frowned as the call ended. He cursed to himself, hoping Izuku was just coming straight his brother's house. Dressed in his hero suit, he wished he could stay longer with (Name) but he had already used his days off two weeks ago.

“(Name)?” He asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft if anyone had heard him. (Name) huffed as he glanced up from his pillow, tears staining his face. His glasses were on the nightstand, the right eye broken from the incident that happened this morning.

“De—Izuku's coming. Are you okay with that?”

(Name) frowned. He was happy to see Izuku, it's been awhile but he didn't want him to see him like this. So weak and broken. (Name) simply nodded, wondering if he was the older brother or did Katsuki really just grow ever since UA.

A harsh knock the door shocked the two as Katsuki grunted. “Stupid nerd...” He stalked off to have a talk with Izuku, making sure (Name) couldn't hear whatever they were saying.

(Name) sighed to himself as he reached over to light a candle, using his quirk. His quirk was stronger than most useless ones but it wasn't like Katsuki's. It couldn't be used in a fight. The fire quirk only lasted a few seconds, like little explosions.

It was good for lighting candles and other mundane things. (Name) only used it a few times for self defense and those few times he ended up hurting himself as well.

It was rare that a quirk could also hurt the user. Well, until Izuku came along with an alarming amount of broken arms from his own quirks.

“(Name)-chan?”

“Zuku!” (Name) grinned, a childlike grin on his lips. Izuku was larger than the small home that he shared with Katsuki. (Name) held his arms for a hug that Izuku awkwardly returned.

“Kacchan left. I'll be staying here until he comes back.” Izuku said, sitting down on the bed. The small tv was playing some random American action movie. (Name) hummed.

“Sorry to bother you on your day off,” (Name) laughed. “What happened was really silly...” He glanced over at Izuku to blink at the angry look he was giving him.

“Silly? Getting attacked is silly to you?”

(Name) frowned. When did he get so serious...?

“Eh, no! I was just—”

“Your boyfriend attacked you in public. You had to use your quirk to defend yourself,” Izuku grunted, a scowl on his lips. “I knew he was a terrible person.”

“Huh?”

Izuku's face flushed. He hated every boyfriend (Name) got. There was always an inching pain in his heart that wanted to scare away—or kill—the men in your life. It always ended up being true because of how often they broke (Name)'s heart.

This is just the first time they ever physically hurt you. (Name) huffed, hating how Izuku was somehow inferring he had terrible taste in men.

He did! But that doesn't mean he liked hearing it from someone else.

“Sorry, that was out of line...” Izuku muttered.

(Name) shook his head. “It's fine. There's some truth to that. I'm sorry for having to continually bother you with boyfriend drama.”

“It's not boyfriend drama, (Name).”

(Name) blinked. That was one of the first time Izuku dropped the honorifics from his name. He looked over at Izuku and reached over to touch his arm. They stayed like that in silence before Izuku finally spoke.

“I hate seeing you with anyone.”

“Like with friends?”

“Romantically.”

“Do you like me, Izuku?”

Izuku's face was flushed red as he looked at everything but (Name). (Name) wished he could properly see but without his glasses--things were blurry far away.

“I love you, (Name). I want to keep you as my own. Even when I was younger. Ah, I'm sorry for being creepy. I can get someone else to watch over you!” Izuku panicked, sitting up abruptly.

(Name) grabbed his hand, “wait! You didn't let me answer.”

“Huh?” Izuku turned around to face him.

“I like you too. I just thought it would be weird to have feelings for my little brother's friend.”

“I'm not Kacchan's. I'm yours.” Izuku muttered, kneeling down to press a kiss on (Name)'s lips. (Name) returned it with a smile on his lips as he pulled away with a giggle.

Izuku grasped (Name)'s hands and glanced down at the recent burn mark on them. (Name) frowned, body fidgeting at the sudden attention towards it. He wanted to ignore it. Much to his surprise, Izuku brought the hand to his lips and...

Licked it.

He licked it.

(Name) gasped, mouthing widening to oppose this but only a whimper came out as Izuku nipped at his hand. He could only watch as Izuku's much larger hand practically engulfed his. Each little kiss and lick made him shiver.

Part of him was disgusted hygiene wise while the other was very much into Izuku licking him.

“Do you want to wait?” Izuku suddenly muttered, glancing up with half-lidded eyes that (Name) was sure most fangirls dreamed of at night.

“Wait for what...?”

Izuku blinked, his sudden alter ego seemingly vanishing. “Ah, I'm sorry! I'm rushing things, aren't I?!” His face was full of panic that (Name) could only giggle.

“It's fine... I want you. I waited so long for you.”

Izuku's lips turned upwards into a boyish grin. (Name) was beginning to wonder how long Izuku loved him. It had to be longer than himself.

“I'll show you how long I loved you, (Name).” Izuku whispered.

ꕤ

“You're tight, (Name). Did your other boyfriends not fuck you right?”

(Name) whined, arching his back as he looked away. It had happened so fast. Izuku wasn't as innocent as he looked. The way he opened him and instantly found his prostate was scary. It truly took only two minutes before (Name) was a muttering mess beneath him.

And now this. With the constant squeaking of the bed of the bed, slapping of wet skin, and Izuku's sudden boost of confidence—(Name) wasn't sure he truly knew him.

“Don't... ngh, say that!”

Izuku simply smiled and pressed a chaste kiss on (Name)'s neck. (Name) squealed as his legs were grabbed as Izuku pushed them towards his ears, effectively bending him in a way he never believed was possible. Izuku's dick was large, just like the rest of his body and the burn that (Name) felt was pleasurable and painful.

“Sorry, (Name)-chan... I don't think I can last long,” Izuku grunted, his face turning bright red in embarrassment.

(Name) wasn't sure why he was embarrassed. He was ready to give two minutes ago from the harsh thrusting. A pathetic whimper left his lips as he tried to ignore the sinful squelching of his asshole. He was going to die if Izuku didn't come already.

“Its...mmh! okay. We have...” (Name) gasped at a particular harsh thrust. “Other days!”

(Name) blinked at the feeling of something wet touch his chest. He glanced up to see Izuku on the verge of tears. Only a huff of laughter left (Name)'s lips. Izuku still was a crybaby at heart.

“Then we can have a family in the future...” Izuku muttered. (Name) wasn't sure if he was supposed to hear that part.

“Uh...?”

Izuku brought a hand to (Name)'s more chubbier stomach and a smile formed on his lips. “I wish you could give birth.”

“Pervert...” (Name) giggled, trying to ignore the way he suddenly tightened around Izuku's cock at the thought. Izuku seemed to notice as a subtle smirk ghosted his lips as he quickened his thrusts.

The last minute was the both of them chasing their release as Izuku leaned down next to (Name)'s ears and whispered:

I'm sure we can make this a reality soon.

It shouldn't have made (Name) cum but it did. Izuku was soon right after, a blush ghosting his face as if he wasn't the one who brought breeding in the first place. (Name) simply hummed and wrapped his arms around Izuku, grinning at the warm cum inside of him.

It was going to suck taking it out but he'll enjoy it right now.

“I love you, Izuku.”

“Love you too...”

Before a quick slumber could take over the two—the door opened showing a pissed of Katsuki.

“I said watch my brother, not fuck him, you shitty nerd!!”

Oh, he was screwed.

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╰┈─➤ ＥＮＤ

First ever story! I made it short and sweet so you can get the gist of my writing style! I usually go more in depth with smut!

Thank you so much for reading! I’ll be taking any requests I get unless they make me uncomfortable or I don’t know the character.

Reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated!

Uploads are on Friday or Saturday!

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be-with-me-so-happily · 9 months

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Could you do a fic where the reader and Harry spend a whole week with Gemma and Anne at Anne’s house but they basically spend more time with you and Harry gets jealous but like fluff kind of jealous

sry if it doesn’t make much sense

It makes total sense! I absolutely think Harry would be a bit pouty in this situation! I straight up wrote this and then posted it. I'm not sure if this is exactly what you asked for, I changed it a little, and I made it a fun little blurb, but hopefully you like it nonetheless. 🩷

Harry hears the clicking of heels against the footpath, the jingle of keys, and the front door creak as it opens then shuts. The chatter and giggles sound from the entryway, each voice distinguishable as yours, Gemma's, and his mum's.

"Hello, darling!" His mum exclaims, walking up behind the sofa adjacent to where he sits, his feet resting on the coffee table, and his arms across his body, as he gives the illusion of being deeply engrossed in the show that plays on the television.

Don't get it wrong, he finds peace when he can simply relax in his mum's house and simply be himself. He looks forward to it, even craves it when his schedule is so busy. But this week has been different.

If he thought he fell in love with you quickly, his mum fell even faster. The moment she first met you, all that time ago, was as if two comparative souls had finally found each other. Add Gemma to the mix, and it felt as if you had always been a part of their family.

Visits with the other two women in his life have been sparse lately, especially with his chaotic schedule, and he had looked forward to nothing more than bringing you back to Holmes Chapel and just being with the people he loves most. However, for 5 days straight, no one has been with him. Okay, that's not entirely true, but at this point it may as well be. The three most important people in his life have spent that time practically glued to each other's hips. Shopping together, had manicures, went out for brunch, and all the while Harry has been sprawled out on the sofa, or the bed, with not much else to do.

He loves that the three of you always get on so well, but now he feels left out, and he can't seem to avoid the subtle pout that he can detect on the corners of his mouth.

"Harry?" Your voice sounds through, and he looks over to find you standing next to his mother, both of you adorning a similar inquisitive look between your brows. "Are you alright?"

He simply nods, returning his focus back to the show that he honestly can't even remember the name of. He had only turned it on to provide some sort of noise in the otherwise vacant house.

A figure appears, almost immediately, beside him, and without fully looking, he knows it's you. Your gorgeous shape, your intoxicating fragrance, your sweet giggle. Harry looks up to meet your gaze, one filled with disbelief, curiosity, and a hint of sass.

He watches as you put down your new shopping bags, secretly hoping you have spoiled yourself a bit, but knowing you most likely refrained. His eyes stay on yours, lowering as you kneel down in front of him, warmth emanating from your palms into his thighs.

"Why are you sulking?" You ask, a lightness to your tone that he knows you mean well.

"Did you have fun?" He mumbles, his eyes flickering over your new purchases.

"I did..." You reply, squinting at him, your stare digging right into him, appearing to search for the real answer to her previous question. "Are you upset that we went to the shops?"

"No." He unintentionally tightens his arms around himself, and notices your eyes widen with clarity.

"H..." You smirk, and he sees you try to hide it as you pull your lips inward.

"Alright. Yes. Well, sort of." He begins, stumbling through his words as he feels all of his thoughts amp up to burst through. "It's just... it feels like I haven't seen you in days. Feels like I haven't seen any of you in days. No one wants to hang out with me."

He knows he sounds childish, but at the same time, he feels like a child. His mum, sister, and basically his best friend are all ignoring him. Childish? Yes, but also valid.

"That's not tru-"

"Yes it is." He interrupts. "As soon as we got here, my mum has been talking your ear off... and you've been making all your plans with Gemma..."

"Oh-... oh my god. Are you jealous?" Your bottom lip pushes forward, and your body shakes, alerting Harry to the fact that you are holding back your laughter. The fact that you are so cute when you laugh, and also that you are trying to stay serious for him, draws out a smile of his own. He was never actually mad, and even if he was, he couldn't stay mad at you for very long.

"Maybe a little." He finally admits, wishing he had done it sooner with the way your compassionate eyes are making his heart beat faster.

"Wait... jealous of me? Or Anne and Gemma?"

"A bit of both, I suppose."

"Harry..." You begin to coo, seeming to nurture the childish way he's been feeling. You push yourself up from the floor and take the spot right beside him, lifting a hand to his cheek and persuading him to look at you. "Babe... I was just trying to give you some space. You've been so busy lately, I figured you'd want to relax."

You begin to pepper kisses on his lips, and a smile bursts out from within him.

"I know, love." He replies, his words as soft as your gaze on him. "I've had enough space though. No more space. I need more time with you."

He lifts his shoulder for you to nuzzle into, and you do just as expected, wrapping your arms around his waist in the most natural of a habit.

"Alright." You respond. "What do you want to do then?"

"Right now? This." He kisses the top of your head as both your bodies sink into the sofa cushions, him now fully relaxed with you by his side. "Just this."

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thegettingbyp2 · 1 year

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Spencer Reid request - reader and Spencer work together, and he notices that she has an oral fixation and always has something in her mouth (sucking on a pen, biting her nail while reading, etc). It drives him crazy and distracts him so he decides to take matters into his own hands 😏

Fixation

When you first started dating Spencer, you weren’t entirely sure how it was going to work given the fact that you also worked together, it meant that you pretty much spent all of your time together which you really weren’t complaining about. However, the fact that Spencer was an incredibly talented profiler and, surprisingly intuitive around you, meant that he was often able to pick up things you hadn’t even realised about yourself.

The two of you had gone straight to Spencer’s apartment after the jet landed from a tough case and the only thing you wanted to you, was curl up together on his sofa reading, hoping that it would calm down the anxiety that was still running through your body from the case. You had tucked yourself cosily into his side, Spencer’s arm wrapped firmly around your shoulders and you couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your lips whenever his arm would tighten around you as he turned the page, not willing to pull away from you for a second.

Before settling down, you’d made the both of you a cup of coffee and as you were reading, you were playing with the spoon that was still resting in your mouth. Spencer took the time you were distracted by your book to really watch you. He’d been noticing more and more over the past couple of weeks that you would always have something in your mouth, even if you didn’t realise it. It could be as simple as biting your nails while you were watching a film together to bouncing your pen between your teeth as you were trying to finish your paperwork in the office; he also couldn’t help but noticed that whenever you’d have something in your mouth, his trousers would always instantly feel a lot tighter around the groin.

‘Hey, you okay?’ Spencer asked, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head when you yawned.

‘Mmhm,’ you agreed, the spoon still between your lips and Spencer chuckled softly, pulling the spoon out of your mouth and setting it on the coffee table next to your mugs. Almost as if you couldn’t stand to not have nothing to play with, you automatically reached forward for the spoon again, only to be stopped by Spencer’s hand wrapping around your wrist to halt your movements.

‘Baby, no, you’ll hurt your teeth if you keep playing with that,’ he spoke softly. You nodded in agreement and brought your fingers to your lips only to be stopped once again by Spencer pulling your hand away from your mouth. Straight away your teeth started knowing at your lips and Spencer’s hand came out to grip your jaw tightly, stopping your movements altogether. ‘What’s going on with you?’ he asked gently, his thumb running across your lips and it took all of his strength to hold back his groan when your tongue flicked out to brush across the pad of his thumb.

‘I don’t know. I just can’t relax after that case,’ you whined, your words cut off as Spencer slipped his thumb between your lips. Instantly, Spencer noticed your eyes grow heavier as you suckled lightly on his thumb.

‘I have an idea that could help you relax,’ he said, raising an eyebrow at you. You nodded as best as you can with your lips still wrapped around his thumb and your hands made their way to his slacks to push them down to free his cock. Before you could anything else, Spencer pulled you closer and kissed you, feeling you relax against him straight away. ‘You sure you want to do this, we can just go to bed and go to sleep?’ he asked, checking in with you.

‘I really want this,’ you insisted, moving even closer to him on the sofa, ‘please, Spence.’

‘Okay, relax, baby, I’ve got you,’ Spencer cooed as he helped you lay down with your head in his lap. The moment your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, your eyes fluttered closed and you let out a content sigh, your hand resting lightly on his thigh, fingers digging into his skin gently. Spencer let out a soft groan as his cock was warmed by the heat of your mouth. One of his hands moved to thread softly through your hair as his other hand picked his book back up. ‘Let me know if you need anything by squeezing my thigh, yeah?’ You squeezed his thigh in confirmation before letting your tongue trace the veins of his cock as Spencer tried to concentrate back on his book; knowing it would be useless for the rest of the night.

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds

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babyleostuff · 9 months

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pool date | xu minghao

☾₊ ⊹ currently playing: tamed- dashed by enhypen

summary | pool date with Minghao in Macau (+ other members annoying you :>)

genre | fluff

word count | 1.8k

author’s note | I’ll need at least a week to recover from Mingyu’s and Mingaho’s photos, they want us dead fr (thank you for the boyfriend pics tho)

“You want to go swimming?” Minghao suddenly asked you, lifting his head from your lap. After their concert yesterday he swore he would use this day to rest, but hearing the noise and laughs coming from the gigantic pool below, he couldn’t resist.

“Sure, why not,” you smiled at him, giving a nod of approval. You spent the whole day together laying around and talking, so finishing it off with a couple of hours at the pool would be the best way to end it.

You excitedly got up from the couch and went straight to your bedroom to find your swimming suit, leaving Minghao alone in the living room. Grabbing your phone on the way, you immediately dialed your best friend’s number, in hopes that they would help you pick out the best one.

“Okay, listen. We’re going to the pool and I need help with choosing my swimming suit,” you said straight away, opening your suitcase.

“Hello to you too,” you rolled your eyes, searching for the bottoms of one of your bikinis.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you earlier, but everything was so hectic yesterday that I totally forgot. Forgive me, please?” you picked up your phone from the bed and set it next to the suitcase.

“It’s okay, I’m just joking,” your friend laughed. “Now show me what we can choose from,” they said, getting closer to the camera to see you better.

“Okay, so we have this one, but I think it might be a bit too revealing.”

“You think? People might get a heart attack if they see you wearing this. Leave this one for when you two are alone, you dork,” you laughed at their comment, but agreed wholeheartedly.

You didn’t even know why you packed this, it’s not like it was a private pool, where you could actually use this one to your advantage.

“What about this? Is this one family friendly?” you showed them the next one, which was a much safer option.

“Oh, it’s so pretty. You’re going to look great in this one. And Minghao is going to love it as well,” they wiggled their eyebrows in a suggestive tone, making you snort.

“It’s a pool full of kids, nothing is going to happen,” you said with a straight face.

“Well, maybe not in the pool, but who knows what might happen after.”

“You know what,” you sighed in a joking manner. “Thank you for your help, but I’ve got to go.”

“Okay, remember to stay safe though. And have fun!”

You quickly changed into your swimming suit, putting on one of Minghao’s t-shirts as well. Making sure you had everything ready, you grabbed your and your boyfriend's books from the bedside table, sunglasses and a sun cream and put them in one of your bags.

“Okay, I’m ready,” you said, entering the living room space. He quickly got up and disappeared in the bedroom, only to come out a second later.

“How come are you always so quick?” you laughed.

He simply shrugged and grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers. Smiling at him, you put your hand at the back of his neck and gave him a sweet peck on his lips.

“I love you,” you said.

“I love you too, honey. Now come on, let’s go,” he exclaimed, kissing your lips once more.

As the doors to the elevator started slowly closing, some loud noises came from the hallway. And it was a very distinctive noise that you would recognize anywhere. Just as you were about to ask Minghao whether the boys are coming as well, a yellow floaty appeared between the closing doors.

“No way. You’re going to the pool too?” asked Mingyu, entering the elevator with a towel and two big floaties, wearing only black sunglasses and his swimming trunks. Now you were a hundred percent sure that the attention of the whole pool was going to be on him.

“Yeah, what a coincidence, right?” Seungcheol came right behind him, carrying his own stuff.

“How many more of you are there?” asked Minghao, slightly annoyed. You knew that he wanted to spend this day alone with you, especially since you wouldn't be able to see each other that often back in Korea because of his schedules.

“Just us,” said Mingyu. “And them,” he added, as Jihoon, Chan and Soonyoung entered the elevator as well.

“What? We just want to spend some quality time together,” spoke Chan, as he saw the irritated expression of your boyfriend.

“We see each other literally everyday,” he sighed and looked up toward the ceiling.

You sent an apologetic look towards the boys, asking them silently to understand Mingaho and not bother him too much.

You put your other hand, the one that wasn’t held by your boyfriend, around his bicep, stroking it gently with your thumb. Squeezing his hand, you reassured him that no matter what, this day was going to be perfect, and nothing could destroy it, not even his annoying members.

As Mingaho turned his gaze towards you, a smile playing upon his lips, you felt your heart flutter - you couldn't help but drink in the sight of him, captivated by the depth of his affection apparent in his eyes. You send him a small smile as well, leaning your head on his strong shoulder.

The moment the elevator doors opened, Mingyu and Chan were out in a second, probably the most excited about the pool. The rest of the boys teased them of course, commenting on their childish behavior despite being in their 20s, but they looked almost as excited as them.

You and Minghao were the last to leave, trailing slowly behind them. Not wanting to bring any attention to yourselves, you found two empty sun loungers in the less crowded part of the pool area. Setting all your stuff aside, you took off Minghao’s shirt and took a look around.

The afternoon sun blazed high in the cloudless sky, casting a glow over the poolside. The air hummed with the sounds of laughter, splashing water, and the gentle rustling of palm trees in the breeze. The scent of sunscreen mingled with the sweet fragrance of nearby flowers, and anywhere you looked, there was an air of relaxation and pure bliss.

“Should we go in the water?” Minghao asked.

“Yeah, sure,” you said softly, following his lead towards the shallow part of the pool.

You took your first steps into the water, immersing yourselves in its cool embrace. The sensation enveloped you, sending shivers of delight through your bodies. You waded deeper, the water rising higher until it enveloped your torsos, providing a refreshing respite from the heat.

“It’s actually colder than I thought it would be,” you said, trying to get used to the cold sensation.

“Oh, really?” you could hear Minghao’s mischievous tone, but didn’t expect him to do anything. It’s when you felt a cold splash of water on your back, you heard Mingahao laugh loudly.

“You did not just splash me, Hao!” you exclaimed, though not annoyed in the slightest.

“It seems like I just did,” he said proudly with a smirk on his face and splashed you again, drenching you completely.

“Ugh, you asshole,” you beamed and threw yourself at him, making him lose his balance and fall into the water. You couldn't help but to smile widely, and let out a joyous laugh upon seeing his confused state, while being under water.

He quickly got up though and wrapped his long arms around you, trapping you in his embrace, not giving you a chance to run away.

“Let me go, Hao!” you exclaimed, trying to wiggle out of his grip.

“Not a chance,” he said, and just as he was about to throw you under the water, a familiar yellow floaty hit the back of his head.

“Hey, I found them,” suddenly Mingyu appeared, waving towards the rest of the boys.

Seeing the slight agitation on Mingahao’s face, you pulled him toward you.

“Hey, why are you so annoyed with them hanging out with us?” you asked, your voice laced with concern.

He hesitated a bit before answering, not wanting to be that bad friend. “I just wanted to spend this day with you, and only you,” he said, adjusting his sunglasses.

“Look, I can just tell them that I want you all to myself. Then they’ll probably leave us alone,” you put your hand on his cheek, making him turn his face towards you. You pulled his glasses on top of his head, making sure he was looking you straight in the eye.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t want to ruin everyones’ day, just because I’m in a bitchy mood. I’m sure we’ll have a lot of fun with them too,” he send you a reassuring smile, guiding you by your waist towards Seungcheol and Chan.

“Yes, our favorite couple is back!” Mingyu cheered and pushed Soonyoung under the water at the same time. You were sure that someone would end up dead, if they wouldn’t stop acting like literal toddlers.

Minghao joined Mingyu in his shenanigans, teaming up against the older ones. You couldn't help but laugh at the silliness of your boyfriend and his friends, and feeling extremely grateful that they finally got some time to unwind and relax.

“What did they do to you to get you out here?” you asked, joining Jihoon by the pool’s edge.

“I figured since I’ve never been to Macau before, I should get out of my room and see something at least. And I really didn’t want to go out to the city with Wonwoo and Jeonghan,” he explained with a hint of humor in his voice.

“Well, that explains everything,” you laughed and turned your gaze back to Minghao.

You spent some time chatting comfortably with Jihoon and observing your boyfriend, before they decided it was time for photos.

“Okay, I’ll take yours and you'll take mine,” said Mingyu, giving Minghao his phone.

During the next couple of minutes, the boys each took their turn to pose and take photos with the amazing pool and hotel as the background. You instructed them how they should pose when they were out of ideas, because not only as a girlfriend, but as a fan, you’d know what would make Carats go crazy.

“I think they all look great. You’ll have a lot to choose from,” you said, approaching Minghao and putting your arm around his waist.

He looked at you with a soft smile, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you further into his side. You nestled your head against Minghao's shoulder, finding solace in his proximity.

“Thank you for today. It was perfect,” he whispered into your ear and kissed the side of your head.

Feeling like words weren’t enough to express how grateful you were as well, you leaned in slightly, your lips brushing gently against Minghao’s. It was a sweet and innocent moment, a tender expression of your shared affection.

“By the way. Could I maybe see the other swimsuit I heard you talking about?”

“Xu Minghao!”

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callofdooty69 · 3 months

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cw: talk of alcohol, talk of vomit/throwing up, profanity, fem!reader

helping a drunk can get you dates

simon never got involved with women, mostly because he didn’t have time. every woman he tried dating wasn’t happy with the idea of him never seeing them because of deployment and needing to be on base most days. he was never in a relationship for more than a month.

that was, until he met you.

on a cold thursday night, him and the lads had just gotten done with their two-month-long deployment and went out to celebrate. they went to a local pub and soap ordered beers for everyone. simon wasn’t a huge drinker, afraid of the idea of becoming an alcoholic. but, mostly when he went out to celebrate, he had a few drinks. he could handle his alcohol well and wasn’t a light weight. his comrades on the other hand, were a totally different story, with the exception of price.

soap and gaz were fully wasted and could barely walk straight, making shitty jokes and laughing at each other when they fell. they decided to call it a night after soap nearly got a himself killed from bumping into a waiter and spilling drinks all over himself.

simon and price held up the other two drunks while trying to get back to base, struggling because they were barely lifting their feet off the ground. they definitely had a few too many drinks and price barely dodged gaz puking all over him.

as they stumbled along the concrete, ghost internally regretting parking so far from the bar, he saw you and your friends walking towards him. you were laughing, the only clearly sober one trying to guide your drunk friends and making sure they didn’t bump into anyone. your smile looked contagious, practically lighting up the snowy and foggy street.

you were inching towards them, trying to get your friends out of their way. you looked at him, showing a small smile as you passed. unfortunately, with the unlucky curse you both seem to carry around, soap vomited all over you before you got the chance to walk by. you tried your best not to show it, but you were freaking out a bit when you saw the puke all over your dress and heels.

“johnny?! the fucks a matter with you, mate?!” price shouted, scolding him. “holy shiiiiitttt,” gaz slurred, “why’d you do that man? you totally just ruined her niiighttt.”

“oh, don’t worry. it’s really not a big deal, this shit happens,” you smiled, trying to reassure them that you were okay, just a bit grossed out. soap let out a burp, “oh sorry lass, didaen’t mean ta!” he groaned.

“it’s really okay, i promise. just try not to puke all over anyone else tonight, yeah?” you smiled. “yes ma’am!” gaz and soap spoke at the same time, laughing their asses off and saying “jinx” and elbowing each other.

“okay, okay that’s enough. god, your gonna have a horrible hangover tomorrow,” price said, warning them. “sorry miss, i’ll see to it that ya’ get a new dress.”

“oh it’s okay! no need to,” you responded. you were desperately hoping it would wash out, you spent four paychecks on it. “have a good night, guys. get home safe!”

simon was surprised. despite the fact that some random scottish drunk just puked all over you, you didn’t even break your smile. he wouldn’t have had that self control, probably would have ended up socking him in the face if he was in your position. it was admirable, definitely something he would remember in the morning, if soap and gaz didn’t.

****

the next week went by in a blur. everyone was cleared off duty for a while, around three months, given the harsh conditions they faced during deployment and the numerous injuries that followed. price deemed that gaz and soap were strictly prohibited from alcohol consumption for the next three weeks, which the lads understood. other than occasional errands, nothing important went on, everyone mostly slept and hung out, trying to relax.

it was simon’s turn to go for the grocery run, seeing as having twenty or more soldiers on the same base would mean food went by quickly. as he stopped on the road and waited for cars to pass by, he flicked the remainder of his cigarette out the window and onto the street. looking out, he saw the walkway where the event from the previous week occurred. the memory flashed through his eyes and looked into the building that you and your friends came out of. he stared intently as he waited for the light to turn green, watching to see if anything interesting was happening inside.

and suddenly, as if you teleported out of nowhere, he saw you scribbling down an order on a notepad, an apron around your waist and that same bright smile on his face in a busy italian restaurant. it wasn’t until the loud noises of cars honking behind him that he put his attention back on the road, shaking his head and wondering what the hell was going on with him.

he used his knowledge to his advantage. he volunteered to go on the grocery runs for the following two weeks. he felt like a coward for not talking to you, and it had never been this difficult for him to talk to women. with his dumb luck, the lads caught on and made fun of him for it for weeks on end. it got on his nerves so much to the point where he just had to put an end to it.

he didn’t know how to, though. he remembered price talking to you about getting a new dress to replace the one soap idiotically puked on. simon figured he might as well get you new heels too, visualizing which ones they were and what to actually get.

money wasn’t the issue, his salary was pretty decent seeing as he was a lieutenant. the problem was being in a store that was filled with items that he didn’t know. it’s as if each piece of clothing and accessory was new to him, despite buying many of those gifts before for others. he hated how confused he was, why was he even doing this anyway? he could have just left and grabbed groceries like he was meant to. but it’s like he was tied to a rope that he couldn’t cut.

he finally found the dress and heels he was looking for after spending thirty minutes walking in circles. he purchased the items, requesting a bag and a note that read ‘sorry ‘bout the dress you had, hope this one can replace it.’ with that, he left and drove back to the restaurant where he saw you.

he stood outside the door, hesitating to enter. he might as well get it over with now, he wasn’t going to bring a dress and heels back to base knowing everyone would poke fun at him for it. he pulled the door open, hearing the faint jingle of bells as he let it close. he looked around, he had to admit the place was nice, surprisingly busy for it being only noon.

walking to the front counter, waiting for someone to come out front. he heard your voice in the back, telling him it would be just a minute until you could seat him. when you came out your eyes lit up, seeming to remember simon from the previous weeks.

“oh, hey! you were the man from a few weeks ago right? how are you?”

simon’s words were caught in his throat. he mumbled a small ‘good’ and handed you the bag of items. “is this for someone in the back? if you just gimme a name i can give it to them!” your smile widened, showing a glimpse of your seemingly perfect teeth.

“no, actually. s’ for you, a replacement of the dress ‘nd heels my drunk lad threw up all over. sorry if it’s not the right ones, tried my best to remember.”

your eyes went wide, smile slowly falling. he was worried he said something wrong, messed up what he got. but your smile quickly went back even wider than before. “are you serious?” he nodded in response. “you really didn’t have to, i told you guys it was okay!”

“no, it was his fault. if it makes ya’ feel any better, the lad was suspended from drinkin’ for three weeks.” your bubbly laugh returned, the corners of your eyes crinkling. “are you sure? this must’ve been expensive, it’s really no big deal-”

“i insist.”

“really? thank you!” you ran around the corner, standing on your tippy toes to hug the taller man in front of you. “you have no idea how much i appreciate this, unfortunately the puke didn’t wash out.” you rubbed the back of your neck, only then realizing how close the two of you were. you both apologized at the same time, laughing at the responses. a blush slowly crept up on your face, and simon was internally praying that you couldn’t see how red his was.

“well, i should probably get back to work, thank you again, this made my shitty week so much better.” you chuckled. simon knew he might not have the guts to talk to you again or see you, and unfortunately his mouth moved faster than his brain.

“wait,” he said as you turned around to smile at him. “are you free on friday? maybe we could grab a bite to eat. i’ll make sure no one pukes on ya’ again.” he laughed.

you were definitely not expecting the tall and hot military man you only had two encounters with ask you something like that. “yes” you said.

he wrote down his name and number and slid it across the counter to you, “great, then it’s a date.”

and with that, simon walked out the door and you went to grab the drinks you meant to bring out five minutes ago.

the both of you were smiling the rest of the day.

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let me know if you guys want a part 2, and per usual, leave requests in the comments or anons if you’d like ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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mountttmase · 6 months

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Ships In The Night

Note - thought we could all use a lil fluff after we’ve been feeling for our boy 🥺 I just wanna look after him and cuddle him and kiss his lil cheeks 😌 also thank you for the anon who send this in MONTHS AGO I’m sorry I’m so slow 🩷 please let me know what you think I’d love to hear from you

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 4.5k

Warnings - pure fluff

‘When are you home again?’ You asked the moody pixelated face on your phone as you climbed into your cold and empty bed. It was the worst feeling getting inside and not crawling straight into your boyfriend's arms but what with Mason being away with England you hadn’t been able to do so in a few weeks now.

‘Flight takes off tomorrow night, I’ll be home late morning the day after. Will you be at work then?’ he asked you quietly, his sad eyes meeting yours for a second as if he knew the answer already but you confirmed it with a nod. ‘I’ll see you in the evening though, right?’

‘Of course, Mase. I’ll get home as soon as I can’ you reassured him and he offered you a tiny glimpse of a smile. ‘Are you sure you’re okay?’

‘Yeah, just sleepy and a bit anxious about the flight tomorrow’ he said, you knew there was more to it than that but he didn’t seem to be in the mood to talk about it.

‘Well I’ll let you go, yeah? Let you get some sleep’

‘Wait’ he interrupted and you noticed the shy look on his face ‘can you um, can you stay on the phone? Just till I’m asleep?’ He asked you quietly and your heart melted as you tried not to smile.

‘Of course I can’ you told him, moving one of his pillows so you were able to prop your phone up against it and watch him as he got settled himself. ‘Night Mase, love you’

‘Night. love you too’ he sighed with a small smile before shutting his eyes so he could fall asleep. Your heart broke for him as you watched him, the miserable expression he wore seemed to be permanently plastered on his face at this point and all you could think about doing was reaching out to trace his features and gently kiss his face like you knew he loved.

It had been a tough time for Mason at the moment and you really felt for him as you watched his breathing deepen and his face soften. His move from Chelsea to Manchester had taken more out of him than he’d like to admit and then came his injury that took him longer to recover from than he’d liked, however this trip away with England you thought would have given him a well needed change of scenery. The games hadn’t gone well there either and he’d spent most of his time on the bench.

It didn’t help that the pair of you had been like two ships in the night lately, barely getting to spend more than ten minutes together before bed most nights and it was affecting the pair of you more than you’d like to admit. You knew what Mason needed but the fact you were unable to give it to him was killing you but you were soon snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of Mason's gentle snoring and your heart swelled at the thought of seeing him again soon.

‘Night Mase’ you whispered quietly. ‘I love you so so much’ you told him even though you were pretty sure he couldn’t hear you and with one final glance over his perfect face you hung up.

You could barely concentrate at work the next day, Masons' little sad face plaguing your mind and before you knew what you were doing you were up and knocking on your bosses door.

‘Hey y/n, you okay?’ She smiled at you brightly and you nodded as you took a step inside.

‘Hey Maggie. Yeah I’m good thanks. How are you?’

‘Yeah good thanks’ she smiled before motioning for you to take a seat. ‘What can I do for you?’

‘I need to ask a favour, I know it’s short notice and you can tell me no but I um��’ you trailed off, trying to find the right words and you looked up to her giving you a sympathetic smile.

‘You need some time off?’ She asked with a smile and you nodded shyly.

‘I was hoping for tomorrow, you know I wouldn’t ask unless it was an emergency but if it can’t be done then I get it’

Her face didn’t falter at all, if anything she seemed to be laughing you off as if you were panicking over nothing.

‘Is it for Mason?’ She asked you sympathetically and you gave her a slight nod. Even though she was your boss the pair of you were pretty open about your personal lives and so she knew who Mason was and the struggles the pair of you had been facing lately.

‘Yeah, he gets back from camp tomorrow and I wanted to surprise him but if it’s too late notice it’s fine’

‘Don’t be silly. You’ve been working really hard lately so I think it’s only fair I cut you a bit of slack. And you’re right you don’t ever ask or take the time you need so it’s fine. In fact take the rest of the week off, it’s only a few days extra and we’ve got enough people about to cover’

‘Are you sure?’ You asked, your eyes filling with tears and you willed them to stay in your eyes and not embarrass yourself in front of your boss.

‘I’m sure. Just make sure you email me a list of what needs taking care of by the end of the day and I’ll distribute it out’ she smiled and you felt a wave of relief wash over you.

‘Thank you, honestly. This really means a lot to me’

‘I tell you what, bring me a box of those brownies I like in on Monday and we’ll call it quits’ she laughed and after another ten minutes of catching up you were back to your desk so you could make a quick plan of what needed to be done on the three days left of the week.

You left work a little late so you could make sure everyone was in check and when you saw your phone you noticed a text from Mason that made your heart thump.

You quickly opened the flight tracker on your phone so you could watch him make his way back to you when you could before making your way to the shops to get all the things you would need for the next few days.

You couldn’t wait to get to bed so you could wake up and be closer to seeing him but you kept looking back to check his flight, smiling to yourself as you watched the tiny plane make its way closer to you.

Mason had let you know he’d be home late morning but you didn’t want to make him suspicious by asking for exactly when he’d be in so when you woke up the next morning you made a start on breakfast so you could keep ready it for when he was back, knowing he would be hungry as soon as he stepped in the door. When that was done you sorted out everything else that you had planned for him and at 10:45 on the dot you heard the front door open, excitement filling you as you hid behind the curtain in the living room in order to surprise him but unfortunately you hadn’t been as sneaky as you wanted to be.

‘Y/n?! You here babe?’ He called as he walked into the living room and you stomped into his view with a huff.

‘How did you know?’ You pouted and he laughed at your childlike behaviour.

‘Your car’s still parked up on the drive’ he laughed and you slapped your forehead lightly to your forgetfulness. ‘Why aren’t you at work? Are you sick?’

‘No, I took the rest of the week off so we could spend some time together’ you told him shyly and it looked as though he sighed in relief before making his way over to you. You met him in the middle where he pulled you into a much needed hug, both melting into each other as he tucked his head into your neck and breathed you in as he slightly swayed you from side to side.

‘Thank you’ you just about heard him whisper into your neck and you pulled back, catching a glimpse of his glossy eyes that made your heart break. ‘Honestly, thank you, I’ve missed you like crazy’ he breathed as you cupped his jaw so you could stroke his cheeks lightly.

‘I’ve missed you too, Mase. So much’ you whispered before leaning forward to connect your lips together. It hadn’t been long by any stretch of the imagination, but the feeling of his lips on yours after a while felt like heaven and you couldn’t help but smile as he pulled you closer.

Kisses like this had been rare for the two of you lately and now he was back in your arms you were determined not to let him go. Holding onto the back of his head to let him know you intended to keep him there but you could tell from the way he was holding onto you for dear life that he wasn't ready to let go.

When you eventually had to pull away for some air you kept your foreheads pressed against each other, eyes closed as you basked in the other's presence until you were shyly looking at one another. Small smiles on your faces before you pecked the end of his nose.

‘You hungry? I’ve made breakfast’ you laughed and he nodded before you pulled him into the kitchen. Sitting him down at the table whilst you plated the pair of you up some food and grabbed his favourite juice from the fridge.

Sitting talking with him whilst you ate made you feel more settled than you thought. Laughing as he told you stories from camp about what he and Dec had got up to now they were finally reunited and you realised how much you missed your friends from home.

‘I’ll clean up in here’ you told him, taking his plate over to the dishwasher before nodding into the living room. ‘There’s a bag for you on the sofa, go get changed’

‘Why, what’s happening?’ he laughed, standing up so he could stretch but you just kissed his cheek and pushed him towards the door. ‘You’ll find out in a minute just get changed for me yeah?’

‘Okay’ he whispered, kissing the side of your head before making his way out of the room.

When you were finally done and could join him you couldn’t help but let out a little giggle out at his current state. There he sat on the sofa in a new bright white robe, socks and fuzzy slippers like he was about to go get a treatment at a spa and his ditzy smile made your heart sing as he finally looked at you.

‘What’s all this?’ He laughed, gesturing down to his attire but you just smiled before pulling your own robe on and grabbing a box from the table.

‘Well you’ve been working so hard lately and have been super busy. I thought you could use a little pamper session. I’ve got that face mask of mine you like, little cucumber slices for your eyes, and all sorts’

‘Oh yeah’ he laughed, but you could see the little glimmer in his eyes that let you know he loved the idea so without letting him say anything else you straddled his thighs and pulled the box next to you so you could get to work.

You fished out a white headband for him first. Positioning it securely around his hairline so his hair was all out of his face before reaching for the mask to apply to his skin. He happily sat there with his eyes closed and let you paint it onto him before making him rest his head back so you could place the cucumber slices on his eyes and the fact he was trying to hold back a smile was melting you.

You quickly put your own mask on before grabbing your favourite hand cream and sitting down next to him on the sofa. Taking his hand and placing it on the cushion that you’d placed on your lap before smoothing the cream out over his skin so you could start to massage it in gently.

‘What are you doing?’ He asked quietly, a slight laugh behind his voice and he gently raised a cucumber slice to look at you but you just sent him a wink back.

‘I’ve noticed when you play your hands are always balled up like you’re ready for a fight’ you teased, making him chuckle before putting his cumber back. ‘I think you carry a lot of stress in your hands, you need to learn to relax them. Does it feel nice?’

‘Very nice, thank you baby’

‘You know I’ve never really noticed it before but you’ve got really soft hands Mase’

‘Really?’ He giggled, never being able to take compliments from you for even the silliest things but you were determined to shower him with all of your affections today.

‘Yeah, they’re nice. I mean we’ve still got work to do on your nails but your skin is super soft’ you told him. Opening up a bottle of clear polish so you could start to paint them for him and you were surprised he let you.

Once you were done with his other hand you followed his lead and sat next to him, head laid back so you could relax your body into his and the feel of him lightly squeezing your thigh made your heart thump.

‘I can’t move my face’ you heard Mason say softly a little while after, looking up to see him trying to keep his face perfectly still so as not to crack the mask, so you quickly took the cucumber slices from his eyes and tried not to crack your own mask from smiling.

‘If you’ve had enough we can move on’

‘What’s next on the agenda ma’am?’ He asked cheekily, causing you to roll your eyes before standing up to pull him with you.

‘I was thinking a shower? Get all this muck off our faces and then we can just have a chilled one? We haven’t managed to watch the new series of sex education yet’

‘Okay’ he whispered, taking your hand and following you up to the bathroom so you could get undressed and under the warm water. Giggling at each other as you tried to wipe the thick clay from each other's faces before you grabbed the shampoo so you could wash his hair and give him a little head massage. You could tell from the sounds coming from his mouth he was enjoying every second of it and since you were feeling particularly nice you popped a hair mask on for him so it could sit whilst you washed the rest of him.

It was difficult, realising how much time had passed since you’d last seen him like this and touched him in any way but you didn’t want to take it any further right now. Today was about loving on him and showing him how much you appreciated the little moments with him. Physical affection in that way could cone later on.

Not wanting to ruin his precious hair, you washed the mask out soon after, getting yourselves dry In your room before you told him you had to go and grab something and you came back to find him sat on the bed in just his boxers.

‘I put your clothes in the dryer, I know you like it when they're warm’ you smiled, watching his face melt as he took them from you. Leaving a kiss on your forehead as he put his favourite comfy clothes on and once he was nearly ready you passed him a new pair of socks.

‘What are these?’

‘Well you said you liked my fuzzy socks that I got the other week? I thought you might like a pair of your own’

‘Thank you baby’ he laughed, plonking himself down so he could put them on before looking up to you with a bright smile.

‘Stay there, I’ll dry your hair’ you whispered, reaching to plug the dryer in and it didn’t take long for his hair to be fully dry as it was on the shorter side but it felt longer than it had for a while. ‘You growing your hair out again, Mase?’

‘I think so’ he nodded, looking up at you shyly. ‘What do you think?’

‘Well you know I think you look gorgeous no matter what’ you started, watching how his eyes dropped into his lap but the smile on his face made you warm. ‘But i like it like this, it really suits you’

‘Thank you’ he whispered as you turned the dryer off and set it down, his cheeks pink as you cupped his jaw so he’d look at you and your chest felt tight with how much love you were feeling for your man.

‘Don’t hide that pretty face from me’ you teased, kissing his forehead and he chuckled lightly. ‘Have I ever told you you’ve got the prettiest smile in the world’

‘Once or twice’ he chuckled, head resting in the palm of your hand. Eyes so full of love you thought you might burst so you gently leant forward to peck his lips softly.

‘You ready to go downstairs?’

‘You go set it up, I’ll be down in a second. I just need to sort something out and I won’t be able to relax until I do’ he told you, pressing a kiss on your cheek and even though you had no idea what he was talking about you let him go and ran downstairs to sort some snacks out but when you walked back into the living room you were met with a confused Mason.

‘Baby, I left some boxes in the spare room to go in the loft but I can’t see them anywhere. Do you know what happened to them?’

‘Oh yeah, I put them in the loft for you. I know you hate doing it so I thought I’d just do it for you. Did you need something from them? Sorry I didn’t even think to check’

‘Baby, you didn’t need to do that’ he told you, coming over to take your hands in his as he looked down at you. You could tell he was a little annoyed with you for doing it yourself but the relief behind his eyes made you smile. ‘They were heavy, you shouldn’t of done that on your own’

‘I’m a big strong girl, Mase. I can do it’ you laughed. ‘I know going in there is your least favourite thing to do so I just thought I’d lighten the load a bit’

‘Well thank you but I still don’t like it’ he whispered, kissing you softly but you could feel the smile on his lips.

‘Come on, let’s get comfy’ you told him, arranging the cushions so you could lay down and pop your head on them before inviting him to lay on top of you. His head happily resting on your chest as he wrapped his arms around you. Palms flat on your back and warming your skin as your fingers got lost in his hair, stroking over his broad back with your free hand.

Not long after you grabbed a blanket to put over the pair of you, feeling Mason go heavy as he was probably exhausted from the flight and you didn’t want him to get cold.

You loved it when he fell asleep on you, knowing he felt comfortable and safe with you and you couldn’t help but continue to stroke over the back of his head and trace his ears lightly. Not enough pressure to wake him but just for your own self indulgence as you looked down at the boy who you loved more than anything.

You ended up falling asleep yourself for a little bit, he breathing relaxing you just like it always did and when you woke up around half an hour later he was looking up at you softly before pressing a kiss to your neck.

‘I’ll get some dinner going in a sec babe’ you told him, a yawn escaping and you managed to shut your mouth before he tried to poke his finger in. ‘I don’t know about you but I’m starving’

‘We could always order out’ he reasoned, fingers brushing along your bare skin as he rolled to the side and hovered over you. ‘You’ve done loads for me today I bet the last thing you wanna do is cook dinner’

‘No it’s fine. I’ve already got all the stuff I need’

‘What are we having?’

‘It’s a surprise,’ you whispered, kissing his jaw. ‘How about you go sort your bags out and bring your washing down and I’ll start cooking. It won’t take that long’

You made Mason sit at the table so you could bring his food in and when it was in front of him you noticed the wide smile on his face. Knowing he’d realised what was going on immediately.

‘You know I haven’t had this since that night’ he laughed, digging into the pasta dish you’d made him. A replica of what you’d both eaten on your first date and even though you knew it wasn’t exactly the same you were happy with how it turned out.

‘I know it’s not identical but-‘

‘It’s perfect’ he interrupted, kissing your cheek softly before carrying on eating, Although it was hard as the pair of you couldn’t seem to shut up. Content with your person again and everything you’d wanted to tell each other lately soon came spilling out.

‘Do you remember what we had for dessert on our first date?’ You asked him, his eyes softening as he took your hand before nodding at you.

‘We shared that big sundae, right?’

‘We did. You wanna do that again?’ You laughed and he nodded his head furiously. ‘Let me clear up and I’ll make it for us’

‘I can clear up’ he told you, reaching for your plate so he could stack it with his. ‘You go get started and I’ll tidy the rest away. You’ve done most of it anyway’

He was right, it was just the plates and one pan that needed to be sorted so you let him load the dishwasher as you started getting all your bits together but his voice soon had you stopping altogether.

‘Who are these from, babe?’ You heard Mason ask, turning to see him eyeing up the vase of red tulips on the windowsill and your face broke out into a smile as he looked at you curiously. Mason loved buying you flowers and clearly the thought of someone else maybe buying them for you looked like it had annoyed him but he needn’t have worried.

They were for him. Not you.

‘They’re from me’

‘Oh really? You got them for yourself?’

‘No, they’re for you’ you told him, smiling sweetly up at him but you could tell he didn’t believe you.

‘Pfft, sure thing. Very funny’

‘No Mase, I’m serious’ you told him, trying to convince him with your eyes and you could tell when it finally clicked. His soft eyes going wide as the bridge of his nose started to get rosey before his eye flickered between the flowers and your face.

‘Really? For me?’ He asked, his voice and octave higher than usual. He tried to suppress a smile but you couldn’t stop admiring the way his cheeks were getting pinker by the second. ‘Why have you got me flowers’

‘Well you always get them for me, they’re just to show you how much I love you and appreciate you’ you told him, letting him hide his face away in your neck as he was clearly feeling a little overwhelmed. ‘Do you like them?’

‘I love them, baby. Thank you’ he told you quietly, squeezing you a little tighter as he slightly swayed you from side to side. ‘No one’s ever given me flowers before’

‘Well I’m honoured to be your first’ you winked, resting your hand on his cheek once he’d pulled back so you could stroke over his soft skin but the way his bright brown orbs were staring into yours made your legs feel like jelly.

‘I didn’t realise how much I needed a day like this with you’ he told you quietly, a shy smile erupting onto his face for the millionth time that day. ‘I know things have been a bit chaotic recently but you know I love you so much, don’t you’

‘I know’ you smiled, tears welling in your eyes at how sincere he sounded. ‘And I love you just as much’

‘I know’ he winked. Repeating your words from just before. ‘But honestly, thank you. I felt like everything was getting on top of me and all I’ve wanted was to be around you for a bit’

‘Well we’ve got the next few days to ourselves and we can do whatever you want. So if you wanna stay here and do nothing we can, or we can go visit your family or whatever you want. Whatever makes you happy’

‘You make me happy’ he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before he pulled you into his chest tightly.

‘You make me happy too’ you spoke into his chest. Overwhelmed and content from the day you’d spent together and you promised yourself you'd make sure to make more time for each other. Even if it was just an evening spent with just the two of you, being around him made you feel better than anything else.

You didn’t want to let him go, but you knew the ice cream would be melting so you lent back, his big brown eyes looking at you softly so you reached up to kiss him. Revelling in the way his whole body relaxed as he held you tighter.

‘Come on you, the ice cream will be a puddle soon’ you chuckled, kissing his jaw as he rolled his eyes but he let you go, smacking your bum lightly as you walked off but the sound of both of your laughter filling the kitchen made your heart soar.

You had your person back and you knew you’d be fine.

Thank you so much for reading 🩷 if you liked it or had any feed back I’d love to hear it so feel free to drop me an ask or reblog or whatever you’re comfortable with 😘

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ginnsbaker · 9 days

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fic: if i bleed (you'll be the last to know) (7/?)

Part summary: Six weeks later, Leigh decides to throw herself a birthday party.

Pairing: Leigh Shaw x Fem!Reader | Word count for this part: 6.600+ | Warnings : None | Author's Note: Just a reminder that this doesn't strictly follow canon events. Borrowed some elements from the actual birthday episode, but it's going to go very differently for us :) Enjoy!

Six weeks later

“Hey! Happy birthday, sweetheart!” Leigh’s mom calls out from the kitchen as Leigh hurries down the stairs. She runs straight into Amy’s arms, a ball of energy, drawing bewildered looks from her mom and sister. Ever since Matt died, they are used to Leigh either being too quiet or too snarky. Today, of all days, they were expecting her to be something else much worse. But it seems they're mistaken as Leigh turns to Jules, yanks her in close, and kisses her hair.

Jules and Amy share a look. To say this as an interesting development would be an understatement. It's her birthday—her first one without Matt, who had been at the heart of her celebrations for the last decade. They hope Leigh finds some happiness, truly, but these past several months have taught them to temper their expectations.

They keep their silent exchange to themselves, watching as Leigh picks up a croissant and takes a heart bite out of it, her face lit up with the widest smile. “Happy birthday,” Jules grins, pushing a small envelope towards Leigh. “Got something for you.”

“Thank you!” Leigh exclaims. She eagerly opens the envelope to find a bunch of homemade coupons, each promising some sort of favor from Jules, good for the next year. They range from “Will listen to your rants for 30 minutes, no interruptions” to “I will restart the book club you tried to get me and mom to do and actually read the books this time.”

Laughing, Leigh flips through them. “These are brilliant, Jules. Might have to use one today,” she says, already thinking about which one she'll cash in first. Then, she pulls Jules in a bear hug, as if it’s the most exquisite present she’s ever gotten in her lifetime.

“You okay?” Leigh asks when she notices Amy staring at her.

Jules gives their mom a warning look as Amy struggles to come up with a response. “Nothing, I just… I didn’t think you’d be doing quite so well today. That’s all.”

“I didn’t either but we all make choices and I’m choosing to have a great birthday. So, let’s do this thing!” Leigh says in a manner that Jules feels too over the top. Amy starts laying out the plans for the evening and Leigh has a blank look by the time she finishes running them through it.

“I think I want a party,” Leigh announces. It’s met with astonishment, as if it’s the last thing her family’s expecting to hear.

“You do?” Amy.

“A party?” Jules.

Leigh isn’t perturbed by their reactions. “I do. I want a party,” she confirms. She delights at the dumb look on their faces as she reiterates, “Tonight. I want a big party.”

“You’re not having a big party.”

Danny calls her up the minute he gets her Facebook invite. He's partly furious about receiving the invite through Facebook, given that they’re “kind of seeing each other”, and partly incredulous because he couldn’t believe she’s making plans on her birthday without considering the fact that they are “kind of seeing each other”.

Leigh, phone wedged between her shoulder and ear as she flips through a recipe book on her kitchen counter, rolls her eyes so hard she worries they might stick that way.

“Well, yes, Danny, that's exactly what I'm doing,” she fires back matter-of-factly.

Danny's frustration simmers on the other end of the line. He had already made plans, not bothering to consult Leigh because he assumed that their day would be spent together—privately, just the two of them.

“You didn’t think I’d have something planned?” he asks, more hurt than angry.

“Why would I think that?”

“Because we’re dating, Leigh,” he says, appalled that he needs to remind her. Leigh takes a second, biting her lip. Maybe it was a bit inconsiderate that she didn’t consider Danny when she impulsively decided she wanted a big celebration. But that flicker of guilt is short lived.

After all, she couldn’t remember the last time she’s actually excited for something, the last time she thought, I deserve to be happy.

“Yeah, well, I can still do what I want, Danny,” she retorts.

“Now you’re acting like a child,” he snaps.

Leigh feels a flash of anger, then something else—determination. “Maybe so. Come to the party or not, I don’t care. I'm going to have fun, Danny, with or without you.”

“Fine. Just don’t—”

Leigh doesn’t let him finish. With a press of a button, the call ends, his words cut off mid-sentence. Too often, she’s been criticized for not always following through with her declarations, but it's a different game when she's out to prove something.

Drew steps carefully around a minefield of clothes and makeup scattered on the floor to get to Leigh. She's curled up over her laptop, one leg propped on the chair, chin on her knee, in a posture that makes Drew wince. “For a fitness instructor, you're not exactly a poster child for back health,” he says, announcing himself to his best friend.

Leigh's head snaps up at Drew's voice, but instead of annoyance, a smirk quickly spreads across her face. “Good thing I'm not a fitness instructor anymore, then,” she says. Then she turns her attention back to her laptop as if he’s not there. Drew moves to sit on the edge of her bed, flops down on it like a ragdoll and stares at the cobwebs on the corners of the ceiling.

“I know what you’ve been doing, Leigh,” he says.

Leigh is unphased, keeps typing. Then, as if she’s just heard his remark, mutters a distracted, “What have I been doing?”

“Avoiding. You've been avoiding writing about anything that's even remotely related to love or grief,” Drew says.

This time, Leigh stops typing. She sighs, a long, drawn-out exhale that seems to carry the weight of the world. “I’m busy, Drew. This gig is eating up all my time.”

After leaving the Beautiful Beast, she took on a part-time job as a remote project manager. With Matt gone, she's left to deal with the debts they racked up together. She loved her studio job, really did, and wasn't fazed by the slim paycheck because it helped her mom out. Being surrounded by family has been a huge support (despite her occasional squabbles with Jules), but she knows she'll need to move out on her own again at some point. Ultimately, the pressing need for financial stability has pushed her to seek out better-paying opportunities.

Drew straightens up, leaning in with his elbows on his knees. “Bullshit.”

Leigh looks over her shoulder at him with mild irritation. “What do you want me to say, Drew?”

“You're meeting your weekly quota on other topics,” he points out. “Makes me wonder if bringing you back to the advice column was…premature.”

It sounds like a threat, but coming from him, she understands it as an early warning in case the senior editor begins to notice the issue. Leigh smiles thinly, her brow furrowed in confusion. “Why does it even matter which topics I choose to engage with? First off, I'm collaborating with other writers now; it's not entirely my show anymore. Secondly, I've been doing a good job—”

“A great job, actually.”

Leigh tilts her head, genuinely puzzled. “So, what's the problem?”

“They're expecting you to lead on those topics because you've lived through them. They're looking for more authenticity in the pieces,” Drew explains.

Leigh looks out the window, seemingly lost in thought, then shakes her head slightly. “What, you want me to write about how I started picking fights left and right after Matt died? Do you want me to detail my attempts at fixing his depression, as if it were as manageable as setting a broken bone?”

“You don’t have to delve into the most personal details.”

“It can’t be authentic if it’s not personal,” Leigh sneers.

“Just think about it, okay?” Drew presses, a little desperately.

Leigh chews on the inside of her cheek, mulling it over. There's a whole part of her story she hasn't even touched on with him—the string of one-night stands with Danny, the way she's snapped at anyone who dared to disagree with her in the past few weeks. She's been on edge, not really liking the person she's been, and the thought of putting that version of herself out there for everyone to see is nothing short of humiliating.

As a writer, she knows what to say, the same way a psychologist would know what to do even if they don’t need to have all sorts of human experience to help someone in every situation. But she also questions her right to preach behavior to others when she's far from having it all figured out herself. Regardless of her indecision, she knows Drew’s not going to drop it until she at least tells him she’ll consider.

“Fine,” she says, with a nod. “I'll sift through the inbox and tackle the ones I feel up to.”

“There you go, that's my girl,” Drew says, visibly relaxing. But then, a moment later, he feels a stab of guilt for showing up mostly because of work. It's been a while since they've hung out, their usual brunch dates falling through one after the other, and their daily chats have shriveled up to a few messages a week, with mostly just memes from Leigh that Drew hardly ever acknowledges. Eventually, Leigh just stopped sending them.

Drew fidgets, avoiding eye contact for a second before it dawns on him—he hasn't just been busy; he's been dodging Leigh on purpose ever since he popped the question to his partner. He was worried Leigh wouldn’t take the news well, considering the things she’s been going through. But if he’s being brutally honest with himself, a part of him just didn't want her grief to dampen his excitement. He was worried her sadness might dampen his spirits, and in a bid to preserve his own happiness, he’d left her out in the cold. He hadn't stopped to think that maybe he owed Leigh more than just her column.

“So, uh, how’s it going?” Drew asks cautiously.

“It’s going,” Leigh offers. Heartfelt talks aren't their thing, so Leigh decides to brush it off fast. “By the way, I'm throwing a birthday party for myself.” It comes out a bit more cheerfully than she feels.

“A party? That's great, Leigh!” Drew exclaims. “And hey, if you need help setting up or anything, just let me know.”

“Yeah,” she forces a smile, not as enthusiastic as she was about the idea at breakfast. “It's tonight, though. You're coming, right? And bring anyone fun you know.”

“Wow, OK,” Drew nods before his face morphs into a grin, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “So, is this where you're planning to hard launch your new relationship? At your party?”

Leigh’s eyes sharpen into slits. “You know about Danny?”

“Jules told me,” he says.

Rolling her eyes, Leigh retorts, “Let me guess, she told you so you'd join the haters club?”

“Nah,” Drew shrugs, his smile bright and sunny. “Danny's okay, I guess. If you're happy, I'm happy.”

She hasn’t been not happy lately. It’s not all sunshine and rainbows, but it sure beats being on her own. So maybe she is—or at least, on her way.

“Thanks, Drew,” she murmurs thoughtfully.

Drew makes himself comfy, chin in hand, looking like he's all set for one of their marathon catch-ups. "So, how did you and Danny even start? Tell me everything."

Leigh's trunk is a one-can band, banging and clanging with every turn. Her groceries create a beat, something to fill in the lack of sound in her car. It’s how she drives these days—in utter silence. Before, she wouldn't even think of heading out without the perfect playlist, which often took her an extra five to fifteen minutes after settling into the driver's seat. But these days, as soon as the key is in the ignition, she twists it and takes off, not even waiting for the car to warm up.

Organizing a party by herself (with Jules' indispensable assistance, of course) and extending invites to her entire Facebook friends list has turned into quite the ruse. She's seasoned enough to temper her expectations—knowing well that not everyone who RSVP'd “yes” will show, and that some who didn't bother to RSVP might just surprise her by showing up. So, she's stocked up on as much food as her sedan can hold.

While Leigh's mind wanders to what snacks to whip up and what sauces to pair them with, she accidentally ends up on a lane that forces a left turn instead of going straight. This little misstep means she's got to take the scenic route home, which, by pure coincidence, takes her right past your clinic's street.

Her heartbeat quickens, though it shouldn't. There's no reason for it. She hasn't seen you in a month, not since the night she made a bold declaration on her bedroom door.

Leigh never planned on actually liking you as a person. Initially, her motive was purely to get a closer look, to dissect what it was about you that caught Matt's eye, what you possessed that she lacked. However, the answer to that mystery didn't remain elusive for long after spending a little time with you. You had this kindness about you, soft and easy, something Leigh’s always found just out of her reach. She prides herself on being decent enough but next to you, she feels a bit more like sandpaper to your silk.

Matt was like that too—gentle, easygoing. Leigh is well aware of her own rough edges, her sharp corners that don't quite align with Matt's smoother ones—and, by extension, yours. You and Matt had more in common than just interests; you both saw and reacted to the world in similar ways. Finding out that you and Matt were alike in important ways, in ways she wasn't, is something she's still learning to cope with.

As she nears your clinic, her eyes instinctively search it out, a habit she can't seem to break.

This time, her timing is impeccable; just as she glides by, you step outside with a puppy in your arms, licking your face all over. You catch sight of her car from a distance, and you couldn’t stop the surprise that flashes across your face. As she drives past, you give her a little wave, puppy still in tow. Leigh cracks a small smile, then throws on her aviators, maybe trying to hide a bit more than her eyes. She sneaks one last look in the rearview, catching you watching her car disappear down the street before you head back into the clinic.

As soon as she gets home and is safely out of the car, she opens her messages.

The last text you sent her says, “I'm sorry. I hope we can still be friends,” sent three days after the encounter in her bedroom. She didn't respond to it, and you didn't push any further or impose yourself on her.

She wishes she had at least reacted with a heart or sent a smiley face to your message. Maybe then, inviting you to her party tonight wouldn’t feel so awkward. Nevertheless, she manages to type out a quick invite and extends to you the courtesy of bringing a plus one, someone you believe would be good company.

Your response arrives within five seconds of her hitting send.

“Thank you, I'll be sure to drop by :)” - Y/N

Satisfied, Leigh sets her phone aside. Now, she can focus on making those Deviled eggs.

The dress she's pulled from Jules's closet is a bold choice: deep black with a plunging neckline and a hem that flirts with daring. It's sexy, but not quite Leigh's usual style—and that's exactly why she loves it. It clings to her in all the right places, promising a confidence that Leigh isn't entirely sure she feels. Her hair, which is normally pulled back in a no-nonsense ponytail, hangs loose and wavy. She tops off her outfit with a slick of red lipstick and layers of dark eyeliner.

With about an hour to spare before her guests are due to arrive, Leigh decides it's the perfect time to follow through on a promise she made to Drew. She logs into the shared inbox of the advice column she co-manages with two other writers at Basically News. Leigh scrolls through the submissions, Drew’s words playing on repeat in her head. He had a point. Maybe people don't always need the right answers—answers she hardly uses herself. Perhaps what they really need is someone to affirm what they're already feeling, to say it's okay to follow their gut, to be themselves.

She reads an interesting entry from one EspressoEyes:

“Do you think it's too much for me to give a puppy to this woman I like? I'm not even sure she likes me back (or like me in general 😣), but it's her birthday, and I feel like a puppy could be exactly what she needs at this moment.”

Leigh reads the message, a smile tugging at her lips despite herself. Personally, she muses, she'd welcome a puppy from just about anyone. But that's just her, especially with the rollercoaster of a year she's had—she's at a point where the gesture, no matter who it comes from, would be a welcome slice of joy.

Thinking it over, she starts replying, “A puppy is a big gesture—it can be an overwhelming gift for some. It might even be seen as too forward, especially in certain relationships.Yet, a gift is a gift. Sometimes, you need to just go for it, without apologies. If her feelings don't align, she'll let you know. She has to, because giving a puppy is essentially a love declaration, in case you hadn't realized. And who knows? She might feel the same about you. Just make sure she's actually up for the responsibility of a pet. They're for life, not just for birthdays.”

She signs off with her pen name—Gigi Herrel—a clever anagram of her name as it would have been had she taken Matt's last name in marriage: Leigh Greer. Though it never quite felt like her own. She only used it when she came back to Basically News in obeisance to his passing. Drew has granted her the autonomy to publish her responses without his oversight (“Just make sure your grammar is perfect,” he said), so Leigh doesn’t think twice before publishing her response.

Leigh moves on to browse through other submissions, this time, on those related to marriage and loss—the very subjects she promised Drew she would tackle. She’s been in those shoes, still feels like she's wearing them. With a deep breath, she clicks on one and dives right into it. Her first attempt at a response feels inadequate, prompting her to hit delete and start anew. This process repeats itself, one draft after another, until she has five versions sitting in front of her, none of which feel right. With a huff, she deletes them all.

Just then the doorbell rings, pulling her out of her advice-column vortex. Leigh glances around, momentarily disoriented. It takes her a moment to recall that there's a party happening downstairs, and she's meant to be enjoying herself.

She’s halfway down the stairs when Jules's eyes land on her. Leigh freezes, as if she’s been caught red-handed. “I…couldn’t find the coupon for borrowing your clothes.”

Jules just smirks and arches an eyebrow, taking in Leigh in her dress. “Oh please, as if I ever keep track. Besides, that was just gathering dust after my ‘slutty Halloween phase’ as you so lovingly called it.”

“Cool! Perfect!” Leigh says, ignoring the backhanded comment. Her focus immediately turns to the front door as another guest arrives. “Hey, Dad!” she calls out.

Leigh’s dad walks in with his partner, and she greets them with a warmth that's been rare these days. He hands her a large, beautifully wrapped box. Leigh grasps the gift with both hands, shaking it gently, much like a child on Christmas morning. She’s thanking them when an old friend from high school she hasn’t seen in forever walks through the door, a bottle of wine in hand. Her mom swoops in like a hawk, reminding everyone it's a dry party in support of Jules's sobriety, and the wine is swiftly traded for a mocktail.

For the next hour, the house fills up. Leigh finds herself out back, tending to snacks, when a small line of people forms to chat with her. They each ask if she’s doing okay, their condolences tucked neatly between cheerful birthday wishes. Leigh’s smiling, but it's so fake even she is not buying it, mentally blacklisting half of these people for next time.

Just when the parade of condolence callers is beginning to fray her patience, one of her actual favorite humans finally shows up, saving her mood from souring completely. Drew looks striking in a simple black polo shirt, so much so that it reminds Leigh of the time Matt got all jealous over him, until Leigh let him in on the secret that he plays for the other team.

He passes her a little envelope, his birthday offering—a gift card. Leigh’s barely expressed her thanks over the simple present when he jumps right into feedback on her latest advice column.

“Read your puppy counsel on my way here. It felt a bit... casual, don’t you think?”

Leigh smirks up at him, arms crossed, the gift card crinkling between her forearms. “Just say it's terrible advice if that's what you mean.”

Drew purses his lips before relenting. “Fine. It was terrible advice.”

“Expect more of that if I tackle the stuff I’ve been avoiding. Still think it’s a good idea?” Leigh says, nodding like it’s exactly what she wants to hear. Drew lets out a sigh, swiftly steering the conversation away before their playful banter escalates into a disagreement. With Leigh, he knows all too well that the edge of an argument is always closer than it seems.

“Anyway, happy birthday, again,” he says, trying to lighten the mood again. “Ryan's tied up with work stuff, totally wiped, but he did wish you a happy birthday.”

Leigh’s face hardens slightly at the mention of Ryan. She’s been harboring this nagging thought that Ryan dislikes her, a suspicion fueled by a criticism she once shared with Drew in confidence, suspecting Drew might have passed it along. Drew, seeing her expression change, doesn’t rush to correct her assumption.

“He hates me,” Leigh concludes before Drew can even get a word out.

“He doesn’t—”

“What I don’t understand is why you couldn’t have kept it between us?” she demands, feeling betrayed.

“Because Ryan’s my person. I tell him everything. That’s how being in a marriage works,” he says, but the moment he sees Leigh's face fall, he wishes he could retract those words.

Leigh bristles, her voice rising, “I know how being married works!”

She's livid, because that should go without saying. How dare he imply that she no longer knows, now that she's only half of a whole—her best friend, of all people.

Drew exhales coolly, as if trying to douse the proverbial fire between them. “Why does it seem like we're always either fighting or about to fight?” he wonders aloud.

Leigh’s anger softens into something more reflective, and she sighs, the fight draining out of her. “I don’t mean to...” She trails off, searching for the right words. “It’s like I’m always ready for a battle. I don’t know why. It’s like I’m expecting it, waiting for it, at the end of every day.”

Drew lets the moment breathe, waiting for both of them to deflate completely before tacitly reaching out behind Leigh for a snack. “These are great, by the way,” he says between bites, acting like they hadn’t just been at each other's throats.

Leigh tries to match Drew’s candidness, but inside, she’s reeling. It bothers her, this pattern they’ve fallen into—her temper flaring up, followed by a quick brush-off, as if these outbursts are merely now a part of who she is. She hates that she’s become predictable in her volatility, that her explosions are met with a shrug and a wait-out-the-clock mentality from those around her. She’s tired of it, tired of being seen as a ticking time bomb, her anger and hurt dismissed as just Leigh being Leigh, waiting for the reset button to be hit so the countdown can start all over again.

But it's her birthday, and she's brought these people together on a Tuesday night for fun. She didn't gather everyone just to tell them, once and for all, that they need to stop acting as if her husband just died.

So, she goes with the flow, laughing when it's her cue, even though deep down, she feels more alone in the crowd than ever.

With the absence of alcohol, the party winds down by 11 PM. Guests begin trickling out as early as 10, and by the time Leigh is bidding farewell to the last attendee, she's already donned an apron, ready to take on the mountain of dishes left behind.

Which is to say, showing up right now pretty much means you've missed the whole party.

Pulling up in front of Leigh's house, the night already deep into its quiet hours, you’re running on the adrenaline of the day's emergencies. Two cases back-to-back at the clinic, one of them diving straight into surgery, left you no choice but to push everything else to the side. Suzie, who was meant to join you as your plus one, ends up stuck back at work, tending to a recovering St. Bernard, so it's just you and the sleeping puppy on your lap now. For her sacrifice, you promise to take her out to a nice lunch one of these days.

The puppy starts wagging its tail in its sleep, and you look down with a smile at the little dreamer. The decision to give Leigh the puppy wasn't made lightly. You've been turning the idea in your mind for a while now. Initially, you didn't even realize her birthday was coming up, and the invitation to her party caught you off guard, especially considering the somewhat unresolved way things were left between you two weeks ago. The timing of her birthday, your rocky history, it all made you second-guess whether a puppy was a good idea. In search of a voice outside your own head, you turned to a favorite advice column you often read in your spare time. To your surprise, your submission was picked up by one of the columnists, and the response you got wasn't just advice; it was the push you needed. You were lucky to be able to catch their answer, just before you got home to change for Leigh’s birthday party.

Trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach, you give yourself a quick once-over in the rearview mirror and apply a fresh swipe of nude-colored lipstick. With one last look, you carefully step out of the car, the sleeping puppy nestled securely in your arms. The moment you move, it stirs, burrowing deeper into your armpit, seeking refuge from the light of the street lamps.

Everything's too quiet as you walk up to Leigh's house. You anticipated some noise, music or chatter—anything to indicate the party was in full swing. But there are none. Could you have missed the party? Or worse, did Leigh get the date wrong on her invite? Hesitantly, you press the doorbell, instantly regretting it, thinking you might be waking up the whole house.

Just as you're about to bail, the door swings open and it's Jules.

“Y/N!” Jules nearly trips over herself getting to you, eyes wide when she spots the furball you’re holding.

“Hi Jules,” you mutter sheepishly.

“Is that a…” she squeaks out, already reaching for a cuddle before you've even nodded. Jules is all over the puppy, who seems just as happy to be the center of attention. After a while, she looks up, a bit more composed but still glowing.

“I didn’t know Leigh invited you. Too bad, you just missed the party. But you should definitely come in and say hi to Leigh,” she says. You want nothing more than to see Leigh again, even if only for a brief moment, just to accomplish what you came here for and perhaps wish her a happy birthday. But with the party over and you potentially being the only guest, it feels like walking into a situation you don’t think you’re prepared enough for.

Then, as the puppy licks Jules' face off, she pauses and looks at you funny. It clicks for her—no collar, no leash, just you and this puppy who appear no more than two months old.

“Oh my gosh, is this for Leigh?” Jules gasps.

You nod, feeling a lump form in your throat. “I-If she wants him.”

Jules looks at you, then at the puppy, her smile blinding. “Well, I want him. But if she doesn’t, I’ll be more than happy to be his mommy.”

You laugh at her enthusiasm. Still feeling skittish, you ask, “Do you think it’s an appropriate gift for Leigh?”

“You're a vet. It's kind of on-brand for you,” Jules quips.

You laugh again. “Really?” you ask, kind of hoping for a more solid reassurance.

Jules considers it for a second, before saying, “I can at least assure you it’s not unwanted.”

Good enough, you think. Jules hands you back the puppy and then says, “She’s in the kitchen. Look, she’s not exactly in a good mood, but I think you should go for it anyway.”

That’s two people egging you to go ahead with your surprise. It must be a sign from the universe. You make up your mind for the final time. “Thanks, Jules,” you say.

“Anytime.”

You tread lightly, making sure your footsteps don’t give you away as you approach the kitchen. Leigh is at the sink, doing the dishes, clad in a black dress that skims her thighs, her feet bare against the cool kitchen tiles. Her shoulders are slumped, her movements laconic, as if her body is there, but her mind is miles elsewhere. The expanse of skin revealed by her hair tied up in a high ponytail captivates you, holding you back from announcing your presence. You allow yourself a moment to take her in, thinking this might be the only chance you get to really look at her like this.

You’re about to say “Hi”, when Leigh whirls around, startling you both. Leigh, not expecting anyone to be there, loses her grip on the plate she's holding, and it smashes loudly against the floor.

“Jesus!” Leigh’s scream summons Jules and her mom into the kitchen. Meanwhile, you are trying to do damage control—holding the puppy with one hand and attempting to gather the ceramic shards with the other as Leigh continues to stare at you in shock.

Amy, wrapped in her robe, looks from the mess on the floor to you and then to Leigh. “What’s going on here?”

Jules is unfazed, simply watches the entire scene from a corner of the room, smirking.

Your cheeks flush with shame, and you find yourself grateful to be still seated on the floor, your back turned away from Leigh's family.

“I’m so—” you start, but Leigh cuts you off.

“Okay, everyone just...calm down," Leigh says. She kneels down beside you, her hands joining yours in cleaning up the broken pieces.

“I'm heading to bed,” Jules says and then winks at you. “Happy to see you, Y/N!”

Amy wraps her robe more snugly around herself, then with a small, puzzled shake of her head, says, “Well, good night everyone. And happy birthday again, sweetheart,” before she walks down the hall and out of sight. Leigh gets to her feet, a slight nod of appreciation directed your way as she holds open a trash bag for you to deposit the ceramic shards. That’s when the puppy finally catches her attention.

“And who's this little guy?” she asks, a smile starting to play at the corners of her mouth.

You clear your throat. “Uh, yeah. He’s yours if you want him. Don’t worry about refusing, there’s someone lined up to take him in case you’re not—”

But Leigh’s already gently taking the puppy from your arms, instantly cradling and bouncing him as though he’s a tiny human baby. It’s a sight both funny and utterly endearing, and you can’t help but let out a soft chuckle, feeling your heart grow a size or two.

“Who wouldn't want him? He's perfect,” Leigh says, her eyes not leaving him as he nestles comfortably in her arms. Hearing those words, you feel a wave of relief wash over you. She doesn't find it odd; she's already falling for him.

“Happy birthday,” you tell her, and when she looks at you, her smile is so bright it could light up the whole night. Right there is everything you hoped for. All you really wanted was to see her happy.

“Thank you so much,” she murmurs, clutching the puppy tighter to her chest. Then, cocking her head to the side, she inquires, “What's his name?”

The grin on your lips can’t be helped, and you’re hoping she wouldn’t see just how much she’s having an effect on you. “I haven’t named him yet. He was always meant to be yours, Leigh,” you say.

Her smile just gets bigger as she gazes down at the little furball in her arms, and you think this is exactly how things were supposed to go down. It’s one of those rare moments where reality lines up perfectly with expectation.

“I think I’ll call him Logan.”

You and Leigh retire to the living room after she kindly offers to make you decaf. As you settle onto opposite ends of the couch, tucking your feet under you, Logan instinctively takes shelter in Leigh's lap, as if he already knows he belongs there.

“So…Why Logan?” you ask, after making a mental note of how Leigh makes her coffee: one cream, two sugars.

“Well,” Leigh says, her fingers gently stroking Logan’s deep chocolate fur, “he just looks like a little wolverine, doesn’t he? With that color and those defiant little eyes.”

The dots connect in a funny, unexpected sort of way. Leigh and comic books don't seem like the most likely pair.

“Ah, like the X-Men character. I didn’t know you were a comic book fan,” you say.

She laughs, a sound that’s light and free of any shadows. “Oh, I wasn’t. Not really. It was all Matt. He had this massive collection, and he was pretty obsessed. I guess some of it rubbed off on me after all.” The mention of Matt doesn’t bring clouds into her eyes like you expected. She talks about him like she’s looking at something distant but dear.

“Thought you were bailing on me tonight,” Leigh , almost casual but there’s this undercurrent, like she’s really saying she’s glad you didn’t.

“I’m sorry. I got stuck at the clinic longer than expected.” Leaving her waiting, especially today, was never part of the plan. Your work as a vet often means unpredictable hours, but you hadn't expected it to stretch so far into the evening.

“It’s okay, you didn’t miss much.”

Her casual dismissal makes you wonder, but not wanting to pry too much, you shift slightly, asking, “So, how did it go? Did you enjoy yourself at least?”

Leigh simply smiles and shrugs, an action that speaks volumes without giving much away. “This,” she nods down at Logan, “getting him from you, feels more like my birthday than anything else today.”

The conversation that follows is easy, skipping over the day-to-day stuff—nothing deep, but you're both there—really there—and it's nice. It feels like a fresh start, and you're deeply thankful for the second chance she's offering you. You promise yourself you won't mess it up this time.

But just as you’re both delving into more personal topics, someone rings the doorbell. Logan perks up, his head tilted, ears alert. Leigh gives you a look, as if saying she's not expecting anyone else to show up this late at night. She puts the puppy down on the floor and when she opens the door, it’s Danny, looking sorry for himself. He’s holding a bouquet of roses in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. It seems as though he has the whole evening planned out in his head—apologize, crack open the wine, and maybe be invited to Leigh’s bedroom afterwards.

Danny’s eyes find you and his face falls a bit. He wasn’t expecting company, certainly not you. “Leigh, can we talk?” he asks, then looks pointedly at you. “Alone?”

Leigh looks torn for a moment, glancing your way as if she's not ready to let you out of her sight. She insists it'll just be a minute, but you can read the room. This is something they need to sort out without you playing third wheel.

“It’s all good, I'll head out,” you tell her though you're staring Danny down, making sure he knows it’s not because of him that you’re leaving. Leigh either misses the whole glare-off or decides to stay out of it. Logan tries to follow you as you make for the door. It’s hard leaving him behind, but you know he’ll be happy to have found his forever home. You kneel down, giving Logan a soft kiss on the head, promising him you’ll be back soon. And then you turn to Leigh, a question at the tip of your tongue but she already knows what you’re going to ask.

“You can see Logan anytime,” she says with a faint smile. “I might need your help with him sooner than you think.”

The moment you close the door behind you, Leigh's jaw sets in a firm line, bracing herself to confront Danny. Her main priority is to get Logan settled, so she decides that forgiving Danny might be the quickest way to send him on his way. But Danny’s focus now isn’t on apologies or making it up to her. He’s fixated on Logan, his brows knitting together in confusion and, curiously, a bit of annoyance.

“Who gave you that?” he asks Leigh as if he’s just referring to an inanimate object lying around the house. He sounds like he's almost accusing her of something, and Leigh's baffled.

“A friend gave him to me,” she says, nodding towards the door you've just walked out of. Danny's face twists up in an instant, like a storm cloud bursting. “A friend,” he repeats, and the way he says it, it’s clear he’s not just asking. He’s fuming with jealousy, and Leigh can’t wrap her head around why.

A gift is just a gift, right? Why would…

Oh.

Earlier, while she was reviewing submissions for the advice column, someone asked if giving a puppy as a birthday gift to someone they're interested in would be a good idea. She remembers how she happily encouraged them, telling them to go for it.

At this realization, Danny, the puppy, and everything else slide to the back burner. The only thing occupying her mind now is the deep, dark brown hue of your eyes, like rich espresso.

EspressoEyes. That's how the person behind the submission signed off. It's like a lightbulb moment, but softer—like waking up slow.

It's you.

Oh.

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Jealousy

Pairing | Bellamy Blake x reader Summary | You plan to make Bellamy jealous to get some attention… not to spoil anything but it works. Warnings | sexual content, 18+, verbal humiliation, knife play, exhibitionism, bondage, possessive behavior, face fucking, edging, Words | 6k Notes | reader pov, they’re dating, it’s season one. Also I do plan on revising this soon. Ao3 link | <3 Masterlist

As you sat by the fire eating your food you watched Bellamy across camp. He's been busy building the wall and taking care of everything else all day and has barely even looked at you. He promised he'd find enough time to be with you... but that was two days ago. Normally you wouldn't be so clingy, especially because what he's doing is very important for the camp and everyone in it but to be honest... you're really really horny. The last time Bellamy has spent "intimate" time with you was two weeks ago.

Deciding to do something about it you got up and walked over to Finn who was standing on the other side of the camp fire closer to Bellamy.

"Hey, princess." You roll your eyes at that. Everyone keeps calling you princess and you're not really sure why. Some say it's because Bellamy is the "king" but then wouldn't you be the queen?

"I told you not to call me that."

"Why not? Bellamy calls you that." He said with a small smirk. You looked at him, clearly annoyed and starting to regret your decision to talk to him a little bit.

"Bellamy is my boyfriend. Obviously he can can call me that-" you looked over at Bellamy again and sighed turning back to Finn, deciding to just be straight forward and say it.

"Whatever. Look I'm only talking to you to get a reaction from him, so are you in or not?" You crossed your arms over your chest waiting for his answer. His smirk never left his face.

"Trying to make the king jealous, princess?" You just stared at him waiting for his answer. He chuckled and said "Yeah alright I'm in. What exactly does "in" entail?"

"I don't know I'll touch your arm and laugh like you said something funny and you can... I don't know tuck my hair behind my ear or something? It shouldn't take much honestly." He agreed, knowing how easily jealous Bellamy could get.

"You do realize Bellamy will kill me right?" A small smile crossed your face. "Don't worry about that," you laughed lightly, "I'll make sure he spares you." Your tone was teasing but he still seemed a little hesitant.

You glanced at Bellamy one more time. He was facing your direction but talking to someone and not looking at you. Sighing you put your hand on Finn's arm and gave him one last questioning look and he nodded.

You let out a loud laugh, trying to make it sound like the one that's only reserved for Bellamy, and trying to make it loud enough that he'd notice but not too loud that it'd be suspicious. You slowly trailed your hand down his arm as your laugh died off and brought your hand back to your side when you reached his hand.

Finn was smiling, clearly entertained by your theatrics. He brought his hand up to your face and tucked your hair behind your ear. He went in for the kill and leaned down so his lips were almost touching your ear and whispered "He's watching. I know what'll make him snap, but if I die for this I'm coming back to life to kill you too." You let out a small laugh again and he brought his hand up to your waist then slid it to the small of your back.

You bit your lip trying to contain your laugh because Finn was definetly in for it now. He pulled his face away from your ear but kept it close to your face. You heard someone clear their throat from behind you and you immediately took a step back and turned around.

As expected, Bellamy's angry eyes met your's when you faced him. You put on your sweetest smile as if you hadn't just been fake flirting with Finn and let out a breathy, "Hi."

He raised an eyebrow at you and glanced behind you at Finn.

"Are you okay?" You kept up the sweet act hoping it'd make him go easier on your punishment later. His jaw clenched and he looked between you and Finn once more before grabbing your arm and dragging you away.

You put up a little bit of a fight, but your excitement was only growing. "Ow. Hey! Bellamy, I was busy talking to Finn."

He stopped and turned to you and his expression made you take a step back- you were really in for it now.

"I'm sure you were very busy talking to Finn."

"Yeah, I was." You tried taking your arm out of his grasp but he only gripped you harder. He turned around again and went straight to his tent, opening the flap and pushing you inside.

"Ow fucking watch it!"

He closed the flap and rushed toward you. He grabbed your chin with his hand, forcing you to look at him, "I'd watch your mouth if I were you, princess." His voice was quiet but full of jealousy and anger. He took a step back and looked you up and down, and you tried your best not to squirm under his gaze. His eyes landed back on yours, "Take off your clothes."

You stood there deciding how to play this. Submit willingly and he'd probably reward you... but also he probably wouldn't because of tonight's events. Or make things harder for him. Realizing both options would probably have similar outcomes you choose the fun one.

You crossed your arms over your chest and just stared at him. He squared his shoulders and raised his chin making him look more intimidating and took a step toward you.

"Take of your clothes." His voice laced with venom, kind of scaring you but you held your ground and just kept looking up at him.

"Are you sure this is how you want to play this, princess?"

You didn't move.

He sighed and clenched his jaw, "Fine."

He took another step toward you and began taking off your jacket, but not without a fight from you. Unsurprisingly, he succeeded and tossed it to the floor.

He took out a knife from his side pocket in his pants and your eyes widened. You moved to step back but he grabbed your hair and tilted your head back and said, "You might want to stay still for this." He smirked as you stayed frozen, your breathing labored, then lowered the knife to your shirt and cut it down the middle, "Hey!"

You didn't get to finish because he raised the knife to your throat, his eyes telling you, ordering you, to shut up. And you did. He dropped the knife and then took off your shirt, ripping off part of the bottom and bringing it up to your mouth.

"I told you to watch your mouth." He said while starting to gag you. You pushed him back still not ready to completely submit yet and he grabbed your wrists, "Do I need to get the handcuffs too?"

You stared at him and clenched your jaw, eyes wandering to some of stuff that came with the guard uniform he came down in. He smirked at you again and set down the piece of cloth.

"Fine."

He walked over to the pile and grabbed the cuffs. He forced you around, now facing his makeshift bed, and he took off your bra before you even realized what was happening.

"Hey-" you started turning around but he grabbed your wrist and pushed your top half into the bed, forcing your hands behind you. Once they were cuffed he lifted you and turned you around and picked up the piece of cloth.

"Open."

Not surprising either of you, you didn't.

He sighed again and grabbed your jaw forcing your mouth open before inserting the gag and tying it behind your head. He stepped back and looked you up and down with a smirk, clearly impressed with his work. You rolled your eyes.

You heard the noise before you felt the sting on your cheek and let out a short groan turning back to him, a little suprised.

"You need to fix your attitude right now unless you want more punishment than you're already getting."

Now might be a good time to finally submit... but you weren't done having fun yet. So you rolled your eyes again. He brought a hand up to your throat and used the other to slap you again. He studied you for a moment longer before reaching up and pulling the gag out of your mouth.

"You know what? I know a better way to fill your mouth." He shoved you down to your knees, your face falling forward into his legs from you lack of arm mobility and balance. He grabbed your hair and yanked your head back making you whine quietly.

His hands moved to his belt, taking it off and setting it on the bed. You had a feeling that was going to be used later... He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them and his underwear down just past his balls before taking his cock in his hand and stroking it.

"You want it?" Smirking more than before if that were even possible. And...yes. You did want it. But you weren't going to tell him that. You sat back on your heels and looked up at him with a bored expression.

Clearly growing annoying at your behavior he grabbed your hair and yanked you back up. When your mouth opened to let out a pained groan he stuck his cock in, suprising you and making you choke a bit.

"Gagging already? I thought I trained you better than that, slut." You breathed out of your nose and relaxed your throat. With your hands behind your back and his hands in your hair you had no choice but to take as much or as little as he decided to give you.

After another minute of slowly dragging your mouth over his cock he pulled your head back, "Say "thank you" princess." Your breathing was heavy when you locked your eyes on his, a smirk of your own growing on your face.

"Thank you, princess." You mocked him and he slapped you harder than the last two times. You groaned and kept your face to the side before he yanked your head back in place and started fucking your mouth again.

"You don't even deserve my cock." His breathing was getting heavy, "You went through all of that effort with Finn just to throw it away with your attitude."

Finn. All of that felt like ages ago.

"You know, if you wanted my cock so bad, all you had to do was ask, not whore around with the entire camp." A particularly rough thrust made you gag again and tears were welling up in your eyes.

"Maybe you can't help it," his voice was sickeningly sweet, "maybe you're just a fucking cockslut that will take it from anyone who offers." He pulled you off his cock and you slowly shook your head 'no'.

"No?"

You raised your eyes to look at him, already starting to submit to him. He pulled your hair up until you're standing and pushed you forward into a kiss. The kiss was messy from all of the spit in your mouth from having your throat fucked but it was perfect. You went to move your hands into his hair but felt the pull of the cuffs on your wrists.

You pulled back, both of you panting a bit. "Please," you whispered, "I want to touch you. Bell, please." He brought his hand up to the side of your head and you leaned into his touch.

After another few moments he shook his head. "If you want to be rewarded you need to be good and prove that you deserve it." You immediately nodded your head and he let out a breathy laugh.

"I can- I'll be good- I am good. Please, Bell."

"You need to prove it, princess. I'm not letting you off the hook that easy after everything you've done tonight." Hot shame filled your body and reddened your cheeks. You looked at the ground, "I- I'm sorry." you whispered.

"Please, I'm sorry I-" you broke off into a sob and he shushed you, bringing you into another kiss.

"It's okay, princess. You'll have your chance to prove it. Sit on the bed." His voice was soft and it made you melt and instantly obey him.

"Good girl."

A shaky breath left your mouth. He tucked his dick back in his pants and kneeled in front of you. He grabbed the knife from the floor and put it next to you on the bed with his belt then took off your shoes and socks. He reached up and unbuttoned your pants, grabbing your hips to pull you up onto your feet before sliding them and your underwear down your legs. You stepped out of them and he stood up with you and brought you in to another kiss.

His hands were everywhere- your back, waist, ass, chest, neck, face. It was heaven. You moaned into the kiss and the hand on your waist squeezed hard until you whimpered. He pulled back and trailed kisses down your jaw onto your neck, taking his time and leaving as many marks as possible. You moaned his name and longed to touch him, but knew you didn't deserve it yet.

He pulled back and took a step back as well. His eyes went from yours, to your neck, then down and back up your body. He took off his shirt and you inhaled sharply. He then bent down to take off his shoes and socks and noticed your legs squeezed together. He brought his hands up to your thighs and separated them.

"Did I say you could feel pleasure yet?"

You honestly thought he was joking for a second because squeezing your thighs together barely did anything, but he stared at you waiting for your answer.

"N-no." You disappointed him again. "I'm sorry..." you said quietly.

He stood and dragged his hands up your body to your waist, "It's okay, princess. Just don't let it happen again."

"I won't." You were quick to answer. He kissed you again but only briefly this time. His fingers tucked into the waist band of his pants and underwear and your mouth started watering.

"I'll ask you one more time. You want it?" He repeated his earlier question and you didn't hesitate to answer this time.

"Yes. Please. Please Bellamy." Nodding your head. He grabbed your throat to stop the movement and studied your face, "God you're desperate." The degrading words mixed with the adoration in his tone made you almost squeeze your legs together again. He caught the action and looked back up to you with a small smile, "Good girl."

Your heart fluttered.

He stepped back and pulled his pants and underwear down, stepping out of them. Your breathing accelerated as you looked at his body- he's so beautiful.

"You're so beautiful."

You froze. Both of you equally suprised by the words that just left your mouth. But he smiled and kissed you hard.

"Trust me, princess, you're the beautiful one in this relationship." You laughed lightly and shook your head.

He walked away from you leaving you confused for a second before he returned with the keys and turned you around to take the hand cuffs off.

"Can I please touch you, Bell?" You asked, quietly, wanting to still be good for him.

"Of course, princess."

Your hands immediately went to his hair and pulled him into a kiss. Somehow each one was always better than the last. With his hands on your waist, he walked you backwards until your legs hit the bed and gently laid you down. You pulled him on top of you, starting to get impatient and he chuckled.

You continued kissing until he pulled away leaving both of you breathless. He stared at you a minute longer then sat up and reached behind himself and grabbed the knife.

At your sharp inhale he looked back at you.

"Relax, princess." He twirled the knife around in his hand, examining it, and met your eyes again with a smirk.

He pressed the flat end of the blade against your nipple and you let out a whine at the cold sensation. He took the blade away then brought his mouth down and licked over it teasingly. You arched your back at the abrupt change in temperature and he pulled his head back to meet your eyes.

"I'd stay still if I were you."

He trailed the tip of the blade down from your collar bone to your breast, pressing the flat end on your nipple like he had done with the other one.

"Bell..." Your voice was airy and your breathing labored. He leaned back over your head and lightly trailed the blade down your jawline, then used it to pull your bottom lip down before letting it go.

"Scared, princess?" Your eyes were wide as you stared at him, trying to stay as still as possible. You swallowed loudly and just looked up at him unable to form any actual words.

The cold metal pressed against your throat and your eyes widened even more as you gasped.

"Answer me." His voice was dark and made you tremble even more than you already were.

"Yes." You whispered.

He gave you a small smile, "Good." He studied your face a little before asking, "Color?"

It took you a second to remember what that was supposed to mean because you honestly didn't have any thoughts in your head other than Bellamy Bellamy Bellamy.

"Green." You nodded. He smiled again and nodded back.

"I have an idea." He looked at you with mischief and lust in his eyes. He set the knife down next to your head and took the piece of cloth that was still tied around your neck and brought it up to your eyes, blinding you.

He gave you a short kiss before whispering against your lips, "Is this okay?" You nodded. When he didn't move you realized he was probably waiting for an answer, "Yes."

"Good girl."

He kissed you again, his tongue invading your mouth easily winning dominance over your own. He trailed kisses down your jaw and neck, leaving as many marks as he could. He made his way down your chest and sucked your nipple into his mouth before gently biting it. He used his hand to pinch the other one and you let out a low moan, putting your fingers in his hair. He switched and continued torturing your nipples for a little bit longer before trailing kisses down your stomach. His hands were warm as they dragged down your sides.

With your hands still in his hair you gently pushed his head down, silently asking him to finally give you what you need. His head raised and you felt icy cold on your neck making you freeze.

"Dont be greedy."

"I'm sorry."

The pressure was gone from your neck and you let out a heavy breath, relaxing.

You felt his warm breath over your heat and you unconsciously raised your hips. His hands grabbed you and forced you back down but you were still squirming. You felt cold on the inside of your thigh and immediately froze again.

He trailed the knife up to your hip before lightly pressing the side into the skin. You whimpered but didn't move.

"Stay still. If you don't the consequences are your fault not mine."

You let out a very heavy breath and tightened your fingers in his hair. He lowered his face down to your cunt and pressed a slow kiss against your clit. He licked his tongue from bottom to top and you begged your body to not betray you.

You whined his name and he sucked your clit into his mouth, making you tighten your grip in his hair even more and let out a loud moan.

He continued licking and sucking and biting and your moans only grew louder and louder.

Your hips thrusted up into the knife and you let out a small scream at the feeling of your skin tearing. He pulled his head and the knife away from you and you felt warm and wet on your hip as he licked the blood clean. You moaned the loudest you had all night and he shushed you.

"Do you want the whole camp to know how much of a slut you are for me?"

You whined loudly and felt his hand around your throat then a breath at your ear.

"You do want that don't you, princess? Want the whole camp to hear how good you're being for me?" You continued whining and squirming your hips trying to get friction.

"You know... I was going to save you the embarrassment of using the belt, but now I'm not so sure." Your hands moved to his back dragging your nails down hard.

"I bet you'd love that wouldn't you? Having everyone hear your moans when I spank you. Maybe someone would even come in, concerned about all of the screaming. Maybe Finn would come in. See you with your ass up in the air begging me to hit you... begging me to fuck you."

At this point you were basically sobbing from desperation. Needing him to touch you or do literally anything.

"Maybe then you'll finally realize that I'm the only one who can make you feel like this."

Sobbing harder than before you nodded your head quickly.

"O- only you, Bell."

"'Only me" what?"

"Only you can make me feel like this! Only you can make me feel good- Bellamy, please!"

"'Please" what, Princess? Tell me what you want."

"Please fuck me," you sobbed, "Please, Bell I need your cock!"

You felt him shift and then his weight was gone. You were only confused for a second before you felt hands on your hips turning you on your stomach then raising your ass up.

"B-bell..." You weren't sure you were actually ready for the entire camp to hear Bellamy spank you, but you trusted him.

He shushed you and you felt his cock at your entrance. You forced a breath out and shifted your hips back, trying to get him inside already.

You felt him slowly enter you and then his weight was over your body, mouth by your ear. He moaned your name and you squeezed your eyes shut under the blindfold and opened your mouth in a silent moan.

He leaned back up and brought his hands to your upper back and pushed down, then pulled out before slamming himself back in.

He continued slow but hard thrusts until you were crying his name and begging for more.

"Bell- fuck... Bellamy, please-" you gasped after a particularly hard thrust.

"Tell me what you want, princess."

"Please. Faster- please I need-" you cut yourself off with a sob but he seemed to understand. He took your wrists from beside your head and brought them behind your back, pushing your face and chest fully into the bed.

He gripped your wrists tighter and began fucking you faster. You put your face into his makeshift pillow to muffle your screams, but the sound of skin slapping against skin was obvious and anyone near the tent would definitely know what was happening.

He held both of your wrists in one hand and slapped your ass, making you cry out and arch your back even more. He reached forward to grab your hair and pulled your hair back, "Who owns you?" His voice was full of lust and jealousy and anger.

"You, Bellamy!" You cried, beginning to near your orgasm.

"Tell me!"

"You own me, Bellamy! I'm yours!" His thrusts slowed and you whined out a 'no' while trying to move your hips against him. He pulled out and flipped you onto your back then took off the blind fold.

You looked at him with tears in your eyes, your orgasm getting farther and farther away. "Please! Please I need to come- Bellamy!"

"You come when and if I allow it. You only feel pleasure if I allow it." He lowered his voice and picked up the knife again, putting it to your throat, "You only feel pain... if I allow it." He trailed the blade down your cheek and your mouth opened in a gasp. He slowly put the knife in your mouth and you stuck out your tongue underneath it.

"Do you understand?" His voice was still quiet but full of dominance.

You nodded.

"Good." He took the knife away and lifted your legs onto his shoulders before sliding his cock back into you with a groan.

"Your body is mine. Your orgasms... are mine. Why is that, princess?"

"Because I belong to you. I'm yours." You said without hesitation.

He started fucking you again, just as rough as before, and your hands went to his hair. Your legs were starting to burn in this position but fuck it felt so good. He put the knife down and wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing tightly.

He put two fingers in your mouth, intentionally making you gag, "This mouth... is mine." He whispered.

He took his fingers out and moved his hand to grope at your breast, "These tits are mine." He squeezed your nipple and pulled it hard, the pain making you feel so good.

He moved his hand down to your clit and you gasped, then let out a loud moan, "This cunt... is mine." You nodded and moved your hands to his back, dragging your nails across him.

He continued rubbing your clit and fucking you and you were dangerously close to your orgasm. Or... Bellamy's orgasm.

"Bell-" you choked out, overwhelmed by pleasure.

"Bellamy please!" his hand tightened around your throat and you let out another loud moan.

"Bellamy, can I- please let me come..." Your voice was softer as you finally accepted that Bellamy is the one who owns you, takes care of you... and whatever he decides, you'll take it graciously.

He continued staring at you then removed his hand from your clit. You tried not to scream as you felt your orgasm slipping away once again. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to yours, tongue easily invading your mouth. He continued kissing and fucking you for a bit until he finally lifted his face to look at you. His thrusts slowed but were just as rough.

You took a deep breath and let your desperation subside, Bellamy would take care of you. He knows exactly what you need.

"What do you want, princess?" His voice was quiet but rough.

"Can I..." You turned away feeling embarrassed, but he grabbed your chin and turned your face back to his.

"What?" His voice was so sweet and you almost forgot that he asked you something. The hand from your chin moved to the side of your head and you instinctively leaned into it.

"I want to..." you cleared your throat, unsure why the words were so hard to get out after everything that's happened tonight.

"Can- can I please make you come? I... I want to swallow it... please..."

He almost looked suprised- probably expecting you to ask to come again- but he gave you a tiny smile, "What my princess wants, my princess gets."

His princess.

With new butterflies in your stomach he slowed to a stop and pulled out. You whined at the emptiness, already missing the feeling of being full. He kissed you again shortly before motioning for you to switch places with him.

He laid on the bed while you kneeled between his legs, silently waiting for his permission. He nodded and you eagerly dove toward his cock, taking in more than half and almost choking yourself in the process. You moaned at the taste of yourself on him.

His hands moved to your hair and lightly pulled you off of him, "Slow down, princess."

You cleared your throat, already feeling sore, and apologized. He moved you back down and you slowly took him into your mouth but this time you went down farther, until your lips were almost at the base. You came back up and pulled off, sucking in a breath of air, then immediately went back down. He groaned and tightened his fingers in your hair. You looked up at him meeting his eyes and he moaned your name.

"Fuck, princess. Come on... all the way down." He encouraged you as he slowly pushed your head down until your lips were at the base. He held you there and you willed yourself not to gag and took a deep breath through your nose.

Your hands had a death grip on his thighs, but moved one up to play with his balls.

"Fuck..." He pulled your head up then immediately back down and came, groaning your name. You gagged as your mouth was filled, but he held you down until he was done. You swallowed then immediately coughed and tried to catch your breath.

He opened his eyes and looked at you, then motioned you forward. You straddled his hips and he pulled your head down into a kiss. This one was sweet. Not rough, but slow and full of love. You raked your fingers through his hair and sighed in content.

He pulled back then moved his hands to your hips, pulling you forward. You were confused as he kept pulling you but let out a gasp when you realized his intentions.

He smirked up at you when your knees were on either side of his head and pulled you down onto his face, immediately sticking your clit into his mouth. You moaned and grabbed onto his hair. He stuck his tongue inside you a couple times before moving back to your clit; biting, sucking, and licking. Your hips were grinding against his face and if you weren't so close to coming you might've been embarrassed about it.

"Bellamy..." You whispered, warning him off your impending orgasm. He pulled his head back and lifted your hips a bit to talk, both of you panting.

"You can come, princess. Whenever you're ready."

You let out a huge breath in relief, "Thank you." You basically sobbed out.

"Th- thank you, Bell." You let out a long moan as he buried his face in your cunt again. His mouth was working vigorously on your clit and you knew you could come any second now.

With your hands tight in his hair, you moved your pussy against his face, trying to increase the friction. He moaned against you and that sent you over the edge. You were probably suffocating him but all you could focus on was how fucking good this felt.

"Thank you! Thank you," You sobbed, "thank you..."

"Bellamy..." You whined, crying harder than before. He lowered his head and lifted your hips off of him, moving you to lay beside him. He pulled you into his arms and stroked your hair as your crying slowed.

After a while of silence, only filled by both of your breathing, you spoke. "I... I'm sorry about Finn..." You kept your face buried in his chest but he grabbed you chin and raised it until your eyes met his. He looked between your eyes then at the rest of your face and let out a breath.

"I know, princess." He had a small smile so that was a good thing right?

"I just... I just missed you a lot but you've been so busy running the entire camp and... and I don't know. At the time making you jealous seemed like a good idea, but I guess I can't really think straight when I'm horny." You both quietly laughed at that.

"Also I promised Finn that you wouldn't kill him." He rolled his eyes and laughed again.

"We'll see." His eyes trailed down your neck and chest and a smirk was forming on his face.

"...What?" You asked, very suspicious.

"If the camp didn't know you are mine before... they definitely will now." He started laughing and you raised a hand to your neck, unamused.

"That's not fair."

"What's not fair, princess?" He was still smiling even though you were frowning at this.

"If everyone knows that I'm yours then they should know that you're mine too." You glanced at his neck then back up to his eyes. He raised an eyebrow then laid down on his back.

"Alright then. Go ahead." You narrowed your eyes at him, somehow feeling like this was a trick, and he laughed at that. "What? They should know that I belong to the most beautiful woman in camp."

"On the planet actually." He corrected. Now you laughed at this.

"You're just trying to get in my pants again."

You never wanted this moment to end.

"Maybe." His smile was as wide as yours. "Keep up the "most beautiful woman on the planet" crap and you'll get there." Your laughter died down but you were both still smiling like idiots.

He cleared his throat and leaned a little back from you. "Get it over with then."

"'Get it over with'? Excuse me?" He was holding back a laugh and you dove into his neck biting the skin making him hiss. You kissed up and down his neck, sucking and licking as you went, trying to leave as many marks as he did.

You were half on top of him and his hands settled on your back then moved down to grip your waist.

His mouth was right next to your ear as he whispered, "If you don't stop soon, I will be getting into your pants again tonight." You chuckled and pulled back, staring at him until he leaned up to kiss you, soft and slow. You smiled into the kiss and he slowly started smiling as well.

You leaned back, laying next to him in his arms and fell asleep to him stroking your hair.

When you woke, Bellamy wasn't there. You vaguely wondered what time it was but were way to tired to care. Before you could fall back asleep though, you were woken by someone coming in the tent. You squinted your eyes open and saw Bellamy.

He kneeled by the bed and offered you a cup, "I figured you'd want some water." He blushed at the implication. You took it and chugged the entire thing, already feeling the soreness slowly go away.

"Thanks." You rasped. God your throat was going to be sore for at least a day or two.

"Sorry..." he said sheepishly, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck. "Don't be." You smiled at him hoping he understood to not feel bad about it. That you liked the constant reminder of your time with him- the ache in your cunt was a pretty good reminder as well.

"What time is it?"

"Almost 11. Perks of being the princess, I gave you the morning off." He teased, smiling at you. You laughed and shook your head. "I take it I'm on afternoon and night duty then?" You weren't a guard because Bellamy wouldn't let you anywhere near the woods with out him so you did what you could around camp. Helping Clarke with medical stuff, building the wall, cooking food. Whatever needed done.

You started getting dressed and putting your shoes on. He smirked and shrugged his shoulders, "Can't let the people think I have favorites can I?" When you were dressed you slowly stepped toward him and put your palms on his abs sliding them up to hang around his shoulders.

"Not even if I can bribe my way out of it?" Your face was inches from his and he put his hands on your hips, holding you tight.

"What did you have in mind?"

You brought your lips to his neck and kissed up to his ear while trailing a hand down his chest and stomach resting on the top of his pants. You gently bit his ear lobe then whispered, "I can think of a few things."

His hand moved to your neck and he pushed your head back to look at him. You bit your lip and tried to give him the best faux innocent look possible.

You moved your hand to the button on his pants but didn't try to undo it yet.

"Well? My king..." You smirked at him, on the verge of laughing, and his grip around your throat tightened. He stared at you another minute before his eyes hardened and his jaw clenched. He let go of your throat and stepped out of reach from you.

"No. I'll see you back here tonight." You laughed as he adjusted his pants before leaving the tent.

You made sure you had everything you needed before leaving the tent. You walked over to the food and grabbed some fruit. Someone clearing their throat behind you caught your attention. You turned around and saw Finn. He was smiling but as soon as he saw your appearance he burst out laughing. You crossed your arms, unamused.

"I take it it worked then?" He smirked, trying to hold back his laughter.

"Is it that bad?" You raised and hand to your neck subconsciously. When he didn't answer and just kept looking at you like that you sighed, shaking your head.

"I told him not to kill you but I'm starting to change my mind." You gave him a sarcastic smile and he raised his hands in defense.

Your attention was caught by Bellamy walking up to you. He put an arm around your waist but was looking at Finn.

"Everything okay?"

"Yep!" You answered even though he was still staring at Finn, hard expression on his face. He raised an eyebrow and clenched his jaw and Finn excused himself.

"You don't have to be so mean to the poor kid." He looked at you and his expression softened but he rolled his eyes. Sighing and trying to let it go he removed his arm from your waist and moved in front of you.

"Octavia said she could use some extra help with the meat."

"Alright." You smiled and started to walk away but he grabbed your arm and yanked you toward him, your bodies now pressed together. He slid his arm across your lower back and his other hand went to the back of your neck pulling you into a kiss. It was far too passionate for being in the middle of camp but it was perfect.

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